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Megan Sherman Aug 2017
An affinity to complicity -
A stain and soil beget -
Silence upon inflictions -
Sullies spirit -
Complacency's conurbation -
Silence considered virtue - asset
But care ought to be given with no ration -
Or else hearts would not meet -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
A big, bad man - a famous man -
Not enamoured of the day -
Doth ****** spirit of Pan -
Who in dappled shadow - play

Was ever evil this detailed?
Suffice to end a soul -
To bask in death - is grievous sin -
Doth the righteous mind appal -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
Give me Revelation -
In this Life - not the next -
I'd rather glean it from the world -
Than a hermetic text -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
A Rainbow manifest in Dream -
Majestic - magic be -
But that Rainbow's colour -
Gone - no more revelry -

If I had but chased the end -
If I had but a little more Loved her hues -
Perhaps enchantment would be my friend -
Lift from cosmic blues -

My fate to pass the Gold -
At resplendent destination -
To her Beauty once again behold -
Is now infatuation -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
A flying Leopard - roared for Love -
She stalks - hunts - the skies -
Catches - bird - between teeth -
How resplendently she flies -
Suddenly she rise - alert -
Her senses keen - she stares -
What does she see that I can't -
The tension raises hairs -
Focused - stealthy - she hunts the prey -
Staring - sniffing wide - vast -
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death -
O sweet this child of Bast -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
My band of angels make me proud -
My harp divine - ferry to zephyr nine -
My self on journey to little luscious cloud -
Who can articulate on insufficient tongues -
The splendour of the moment true -
Must be sung from sonorous lungs -
Because my heart scared, flew -
I hid where passion went to hide -
I wake to watch the world in bloom -
And permit a Peace inside -
Megan Sherman Aug 2017
And still - evil tortures - like the sight -
Of thine self bereaved of love and life -
Embroiled deep in despairing soils -
Trade my loathing for light to which I want to be wife -
As if my song were restorative -
To my spiritual wealth -
For having been crucified with visions -
Numerous of my dying self -
And do they know - that fate to see -
Is like a kaleidoscope of pain -
When of light bereaved, I need life breathed -
And healing prayers to fall like rain -
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