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 Aug 2015 Liam C Calhoun
Adele
I was born from a farthest star
where beauty and shattered lights
sprinkled all over the place

i touched the glass of gold crystals,
they are soft and silky
that I can glide and say 'weee!'

The strand of my hair goes
to slow motion
as I somersault into the air

The giant moon illuminates
from sight
he yawns as I wave
and gave a sweet smile

I can hear the words
'Dream, Dream, Dream'
echoes from his mind

I close my eyes and feel the warmth
of the stars embrace

'Dream, Dream, Dream' whispers from the
billion celestial of the night

I find happiness in an endless tranquil space.
Have a good night everyone!
There was a runner, a fisherman and a photographer
and they all dreamt of seeing the Northern Lights
when they got there
the fisherman ran,
the runner stopped to take a photo
and the photographer sat and stared

There was a poet, a carpenter, and a lunatic
and they all dreamt of fame.
It was all about timing
and when the season came,
the carpenter built a guitar,
the lunatic wrote a memoir,
and the poet only wrote masterpieces after countless hours in a bar.

There was a student, an architect, and an engineer
and they all dreamt of freedom
from the chains of class, work, or the past
They were not unique in their envy
and were assigned to design a levy
that would hold water for the town
enough to quench rich thirst
and enough to drown

The architect sent the design first,
The engineer built a key like a curse
to unlock the levy upon request
the student observed, but imprisoned by impatience, could not rest
thought there was freedom in approval
so pridefully, he pulled
he stood on a hill ready for renewal
had studied the design of the levy and all of its features
had built a key, better than his teacher's
unlocked the levy and washed out the town
but absorbed in his plan, he forgot to warn the (one) man
and watched how even ideas drown
 Aug 2015 Liam C Calhoun
Sarah
Moths
 Aug 2015 Liam C Calhoun
Sarah
Here's the thing.
I love the
dusk,
I love that
moment
when
the porch lights
flicker on &
moths, out of
slumber, rise
to find the
way.
Well-tempered
As Bach's staccato joy takes hold
Of Book 1: Prelude No. 3
A clavier so mild, calm
Lagavulin-scented air
Peat moss, weather fair
The happy harpsichord
And the placid piano
Join in my glass
Mingling, giving the whisky
A nuance
Of elegance
Balancing the burn
Excellently
We all have learnt to tightly seal our emotions
Because we are afraid to fall under siege of affection and to surrender
Camouflaging trying to hide in sweet scented lotions
The stench of a past we no longer want to remember

We have built great walls and made a fortress every heart
So hard so that even happiness and peace cannot find their way
But only the loneliness clambering on those walls likely to hurt
Besides the floods of despair almost washing us away

We know how to smile with a frown inside
We hide cold within the warm embrace we give
Calm lakes above yet under the visible is a current we hide
Pretending we forgot but never did we even forgive

And having learnt from ourselves that not all who are warm are caring
We choose to die with our plight without sharing
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