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I slipped into her ocean
And rode upon her sea
In the midst of all our love
We mingled egg with seed
I climbed her highest mountain
And Gave her all of me
As i peaked her final wave
*She shuddered and came all over me
 Jun 2015 Mercy B
tloco
Hollow the name and you may find follow another’s shame and you may blind.  Hear Mind’s alike different for certain, closing life to it’s curtain for the act is presented yet by the wise resented caring still gone amidst the one whom follow their tongue clear as those that know angels dear and yet things still cling to their own ear. Worthy of purpose and wanting the wise rhetoric’s that cause devilish spies at infernal flame given back into it’s rise. Forces moving the moment ticking away from an intangible clock day over night, dark unto light. The purpose purposed punishable on the after flickers of a soul come to us a vessel astriding the fancy of phantoms that see the hope of origins mystery with the ecstatic glee woven in by the spirit for free
I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there
 Jun 2015 Mercy B
S castle
Insanity
 Jun 2015 Mercy B
S castle
Insanity, I can't find my sanity,
                            in the wake of all this
                                       insanity.
 Jun 2015 Mercy B
Kelley A Vinal
I've seen a better part
Of overwhelming emotion
It's strange
An ebb and flow
Of apathy and actually
Living
Feeling an emotion
Feeling a feeling
Feel
When your body
Is alive
And your mind is trying
To let it slide
Behind
I am fine
I am
Life is beautiful
 Jun 2015 Mercy B
niamh
They experience an exhilirating flight
Adrenaline of pure joy mixed with fright
Hair flying back in the summers breeze
They're as one with the birds in the trees
And as their feet reach out to touch the sky
I mourn my inner child
Watching my kids on the swings & miss how free I felt doing it when I was a kid
 May 2015 Mercy B
Peter Cullen
The Queen of hope,
the knotted rope.
That brought her to the grave.

The hangman's smile,
a thousand miles.
Since he was a slave.

The King of doom,
a lonely room.
Once the winning knave.

The way the shore,
will look for more.
Kidnapping the waves.
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