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  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Miranda Renea
Such a grey day. As slow
As slippery roads beside my
Bare trees swaying faintly in
The breeze. The air tickles my
Skin with tiny pinches of chagrin,
And I wait and wonder whether
Rain is either
wind or weaving weather into
weeping wisps of water and
Wading into what puddles, mud,
And muddle we sometimes find
Ourselves in. Just breathe, my
Friend. It’ll all be okay, in the end.
Several CHRISTMAS times have passed-
MY mind wonders back several years when
XMAS had a different meaning-
With the loss of my mom and dad and my stepfather
the true meaning of XMAS has gone-shattered by the
reality of life and deaths of those close to me-
XMAS leaves a void in my life never to be filled again ever-
With most of my loved ones gone there is this vast emptiness
that is eating away at me.
YES I have some family but it feels shallow as the holidays approach.
IF I  could go back in time and change things I'D put together the
pieces of the family puzzle and make XMAS a real holiday instead
of feeling down in the dumps but reality can take a bite out of your life-
and toss it away with no remorse-felt.
The only certainty is XMAS will come again and add its'reminder that
those who I love and miss the most will not be here .
I miss the opening of the presents,and the smiles and the small talk around
the XMAS tree .Maybe some day I will understand life better than I do now.
I will get through this holiday even though I will hold back my tears-I want to shed-
I pray to our LORD that he gives me his blessing to get me through-my time of need-
For mending a broken heart from family losses is not something you can put on your
XMAS wish list.
THE END
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Dance it out upon the stage Oh, then dance it out upon the page
work it, work it, Baby, don't give up
groove it out, groove it up
cause, Baby, you got moves that so twist it up
Sweat it out,  bust it up n' then shout it out
tap your feet up n' down
n' I promise
I promise Baby, you'll tap that sadness upside down
in the streets in Hollywood
the traffic's crazy
in dat' hood just close your eyes n' do a dance
all you have to do is just take a chance....
Yeah, chance, chance, chance
n' dance, dance, dance
spin around to these hot sounds /to all these cats drumming beats
Choreography here
smiling with hats n' canes you tap across the stage
like Fred Astaire you walk on air
air, air, air ---
who cares if it's just the street
you're smiling now with dancing feet
Cause Baby, you got moves that twist it up
Work it, work it, work it --
Baby, you just shine n' don't give up.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015

This is for all the struggling writers/artists that I've met, and love.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You know what?
you're in the wrong
how long, long, long ---
how long are you going to keep up this charade
your own special version of wrong, wrong, wrong parades
You've met your match/ best make friends with sin
you don't know that I always win, win, win
The sun always shines on me even if you don't see
you don't see that angels shine on me
And I know you've done this before
Yeah, before me there were others that were so
very young, young, young ---
Too young to see the dangers of a wolf like you
Yeah, a wolf that made lies seem true
Oh, but I can see through your soul
Yeah, that's what you don't know
I see the wicked flicker in your eyes
I see all of your wicked lies...
Gonna let those angels shine on me
gonna let those angels let you see
let you see that what you're doing is wrong
gonna let them do it for however long, long, long --
however long it takes , takes, takes---
however long it takes to let you know that I belong.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015

This could be for anyone that tries to make you feel inferior. It could also be the voices we hear that tell us we're not good enough -- when the truth is - we are. We are all so unique, and beautiful. I appreciate everyone, and humbled by all that  I meet.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
In My Dream....

In my dream I am always floating
through a stormy grey blue sky
just before your shadow spins
where I find myself breathing in
the scent of blooming roses
planted in the ground

I hear your voice/ I hear your sounds
I pass you by
then I twist, and I begin to fly —
I see your tearful grey-blue eyes
(staring down at me)

I was your wild Goddess once…
my name rolled off your soft lips
exploring my body with strong hands
dancing music across my hips

like sweet wine you wanted more
than just one tiny sip
you screamed my name
and, we rushed like waves

Oh, how you couldn’t get enough of me…
I return to my dream
(a change of scenes)
in my color scheme
I just see red
where I lay my head
(there are red roses in the sun)
they are the ones you planted
just for me
while you chant your love
on this earth…

while I gaze at you from up above.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015
  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
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•a long time
ago in a galaxy far away
•the saga continues with fancy
new droids•characters in outland-
ish costumes put on display•impo-
ssible new crafts that  dart and slice
through vacuumed voids•armed to
■■■■   the teeth with impressive weapons•   ■■■■
■■■■■   spectacular battles between gargan-   ■■■■■
■■■■■   tuan cruisers• never ending fight b-   ■■■■■
■■■■■   etween opposing factions•where d-   ■■■■■
■■■■■   ark and light wield fantastic sabers•   ■■■■■
■■■■■   oh i love it... i love it!  the day draws   ■■■■■
■■■■■   near • where my childhood pangs...   ■■■■■
■■■■■   would begin to smart•in a week, the   ■■■■■
■■■■■   long anticipated day would be here•
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■■■■■   where the sith in my veins meets the   ■■■■■
■■■■■                     jedi in my heart•                     ■■■■■
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