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i am a blank canvas 
he is the painter to my soul
caresses of color
bring wonder to the minds eye
a focusing of self 
and it all locks into place
a moment of perfection
that brilliantly shines rapidly outwards
golden, and pink,
and soft cream
followed by wine red
soft and dark purple and ripples of silver
covered in deep liquid prussian blue
 Apr 2014 Poetry by MAN
Ranger
Not exactly human
A shadow
Not a man
A beast
The son of kings
The spawn of witch's

An animal, a wolf
With the will that is noble
And the power to live after death
A wisdom to know when to fight
And a soul not afraid of death
But the grace to know how to live

Two worlds
One body
One mind
One will
One heart
One soul

He can not be bought
He can not be made to fear
He will not be bullied
He can not be broken
He can not be bribed
He will never be caged

The wolf king
In the shadows
Knowing what he wants
Knowing what its worth
Knowing he is strong enough
Knowing his war maybe long but worth it
Ram
I feel like ramming my crowded thoughts
Into a red brick wall
But somehow I feel that would only cause more pain
And wouldn't help at all.
A spittoon!
onlookers
look confused;
it speaks
a dead language.
It's 10 PM and I can't fall asleep
Try as hard as I may
It's frustrating and I wonder why I
Can't have this energy in the day.
 Apr 2014 Poetry by MAN
Sjr1000
I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.
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