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There is no boon in Spring,
In the way the birds sing,
Or in flowers that bloom.



The season of treason,
And Pregnant affliction
The season of rebirth.



Winter, there’s a beauty,
In weather’s agony,
And all is a ghost white.



Knowing the sun will rise,
Rise over cold demise,
That is total beauty.



Though Baldur sings in spring,
I will hear no such thing,
Instead I’ll watch her rise.



Rise over barren fields
That the cold, white snow yields
Watch and witness beauty.
 Nov 2012 Mike Finney
Jowlough
I do not love you,
Like the way I did before.
Things have changed a lot,
as it opened passages and doors.

As I struggle to fix things,
please conform, please understand.
That Pressure's never a friend,
not a good mixture nor a blend

With time, oh so precious,
can we give it a ride?
as If it's a wave,
that we can smoothly slide,

as if we can just abide,
like a mind that's open wide,
do you still want to sip,
into a drink that's half-flipped.

and hanging is a fact,
that I am constantly changing,
I am not the same man,
do you find it discouraging?

I do not love you like before,
Certainly I am true.
Not like yesterday,
routine's not accrued.

*For I love you more,
as each day pass,
thank you for showing me,
that you're a class

Holding a lot of functions,
truthful and postive,
I felt the urge
I felt the caring

I see the truth in you,
as I let loose on my holdings.
you've believed in me,
when no one's doing,

You've given way all,
for free and with atttitude,
Now I am blissed,
Now I am loosed,

Like a new born baby,
you've made me fresh and celebrated,
I saw the effort,
A love to be celebrated.

I love you girl,
Sorry if I just started fully,
Now I'm looking long term,
to get with you happily.

I don't love you
Like the way I did before,
because my feelings have grown,
I'll love you, deep down the core.
(c) 4.42011 - I Don't love you, like the way I did before - jcjuatco
I looked up at the night and saw the stars
All waltz down in a resigned unity
Falling slowly as if in a rain
Stars set in motion like ships in the sky
They were planets, dendrites
They took the shape of many things.
Disastrous, graceful, but I was unafraid.
I beheld an effigy. Endless, proud, and floating
Sheer and illuminated in the gleam of it all.

Stationed from my watch, I wondered.
I appraised my worth against this sight
Taken by the hand, I was pulled away
And realized  I am completely helpless.
Unimpassioned, I let the days melt away
Time stood still, but was all used up
I watched and watched, it was the end.

I could hear the bombs and feel the flashbacks
I was a fighter, but the battle was stale.
The moon was neon, teased and stretched like elastic
Bitter with the competition,
He was desperately pleading with me
Saying, go to bed.
In every bad-day-dream,
you have ever had.

There was always
a giant
Silver Serpent.

Staring at you.
&
Just a slithery second
away from your ******.  

That little ghost-tail.
Apparition-creature-thing.
That everyone seems to talk about?

While he is.

Slithering in through
the cracks of your mind.
&
Out of your hollowed out
graveyard heart.

I say, Astro.
Don't chu know?
Ya can't trick him.
Cause he is many years dead,
before you.

You can visit, him.

You just need a
different air-plane
to travel in.

Think about it.....

You little astral-star,
you.

Need to listen, closely.
Serpent talk
is
simply shady-speech
for
slutty-scummy-snakes.
A day in the life
trapped in
an hour glass.

Waiting
and
fading,
away with a
sand storm's
breathe.

Time doesn't exist,
I'll always be here.

Waiting.
Howling,
at the half-moon for you,
Babe.

Until, I'm starry-eyed & home again.
 Nov 2012 Mike Finney
BarelyABard
Every eye gazing through bars

can never catch the weeping stars.

For magic cannot bring new birth

when they can never reach the earth.

And so the eyes will always stare,

without meaning and without care.

But stars will never cease their fight

until the void is filled with light.
 Nov 2012 Mike Finney
BarelyABard
Our words are bridges for Hell and Heaven to cross.
The world inside our head meets the world we think we know.
All the thoughts inside our mind get ready for the show.

The words we say
can break away,
lead us astray
away from day.
Or too the light
unblur our sight
and make awareness much more bright.

A pen becomes a sword and a keyboard just a tank.
A pencil is an arrow and your voice is more like God.

Silence

The words are hate.
The words are love.
The words give grey a violent shove.

The words are living,
build towards a goal.
The words are pieces of your soul.
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