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It's a beggar's moon, for you and me,
A lunar ride, to the edge of dawn,
Clutching stardust in our hands
Where love lives on, forever free.

It's a beggar's moon, we see above,
It's phases glowing like an orb,
As fairies fly and wishes spiral
And lonely couples look for love.

It's a beggar's moon, will follow us
It's shadow haunting word and look,
And eyes that speak an older tongue,
And smiles that last, till we are dust.
 Aug 2010 Kirsten Autra
Samuel
Rain
 Aug 2010 Kirsten Autra
Samuel
Good morning, dear. The sky is crying
Splattering wetly outside my window
Such great sadness that yet brings life
Run outside to embrace it
Oh, to know for what our Mother
Weeps with such intensity
Surely we have tapped a great vein of sorrow
And She bleeds down now upon us
Is it not a foul ritual?
How we consume Her sustenance each day
Regulating ourselves
While neglecting Her grief?
I will be a vessel
Harboring as much of Her anguish as I dare
Lessening the ordeal ahead
Great clouds of thought, each a separate world
Swirl above my insignificance
While others leave, I remain
They do not understand, cannot sympathize
With You
I try to.
At times your emotion overwhelms me
But I stand strong, buckle within
Who should care so long as the illusion is in place?
We cry together.
Good morning, dear.
Copyright 2010 by Samuel Dickinson
I have come to the conclusion
The past is no illusion
nor the future a distraction
from the times we contract in
the faction of us has created a lust
so great i tried to contain but i must
so softly you cried with tears of hope
created an ocean fearless i cope
for our losses, that we may never have them
for the cross of what you call a chasm
across the ******* cave we crave
a new journey together we save
ourselves down the road forever
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I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”!
I don’t care for pouting skies!
If the Butterfly delay
Can I, therefore, stay away?

If the Coward Bumble Bee
In his chimney corner stay,
I, must resoluter be!
Who’ll apologize for me?

Dear, Old fashioned, little flower!
Eden is old fashioned, too!
Birds are antiquated fellows!
Heaven does not change her blue.
Nor will I, the little Heart’s Ease—
Ever be induced to do!
with every step i take my body tells me to run away

with every breathe i breathe my body tells me to leave

with every puff of smoke my body tells me to see

to see the way im supposed to go,

the path that will set me free
Words come
they go.

Words ebb
they flow.

At the depth of despair
(they are there)
or breaking free
they can float on ribbons of air.

Words

hurt,
they desert.
or **** a part
of the heart
in an instant.

When of pure hate
the weight
of them
can be my undoing

Words

Once released,
Lay bare.
They stare
at you
Unyielding;
  
With the grip of a vise
They adhere.
Can’t take them back
Or pack
Them away for another day.
  
No.

Words

Are

Powerful.

Too powerful.

Choose wisely,
my friend,
Depend/
On your own
Goodness.

Speak true and free
Love and honesty
Will guide your path
To life’s real meaning;

Because

Words

Can heal.
They seek and feel    
another heart,
and penetrate the shield.
  
Words of praise
and  encouragement
raise children of wisdom
and strength.

This wish for you, I leave
As you give, may you receive.
The karma of the universe,
and make the world a better place,
By how you use your words
  
Words come
they go

Words ebb
they flow.

You choose.

and

Use them wisely!
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