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There is a possibility,
that my family,
could gain custody,
of the little Bug-A-Boo.
Finally there is a chance,
that we can save this child,
we can help him,
and hopefully,
his skin condition,
isn't cancerous.
If it is,
hopefully it is benign,
and he can be cured.
Hopefully we can gain
custody,
and then I can sing,
my little song to him,
everyday,
until he doesn't need it anymore.
And if this disease,
is malignant,
and he dies young,
then he would at least,
die where he is loved,
and not where he is tortured.
But I have hope,
that he will live,
and if God stands beside us,
then maybe,
just maybe,
he'll pull through,
and live the happy life,
he deserves.
We're so close I can almost taste it!
The night you let
me know it was
done
you still slept next
to me.
Tell me you didn't
love me
so I can catch you in
a lie.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
John
As day comes
And day goes
Nights say hello
Nights bid goodbye
The more I realize
You will never truly be mine

It just can't be
Logic simply won't have it
That I, merely me
Nothing to really write home about
Mentally or physically
Can ever call you
You, you
Everything, always
Every bit of you
Mine

See
Parts of you
Well, chunks, really
Are still his
And then there are all those
Other pieces
Wheeling
Through space
That are unattainable
By anything
With a beating
Heart

This may just be
My resignation
I don't know
And I'm starting
Not to care
And I'm okay with that
Truly fine, actually
I'm content
So
I think this just might be
It
Feel the beat,
and tap your feet,
move with the music,
and dance away.

Don't slow down,
or you will drown,
among the large crowd,
of dancing people.

Let yourself go,
it's time for you to know,
how to be free,
with your moving feet.

Let your feet decide,
where you shall reside,
within this giant movement,
of carefree people.

This is the time,
that you move in a rhyme,
and just be yourself,
cause that's all you'll need.

It's time to dance,
it's your last chance,
to just go crazy,
and have no worries.
Dear magazine and tv fashion
hast thou ever heard of natural passion
you Photoshop you cut and crop
you edit this and that ... Please stop
the real beauties are those that know
you don't have to be a size zero
Sixteen eighteen or all above
can still find joy can still know love
nipped and tucked Kozmo get ******
only chicken skin gets plucked
wax n shave and now vajazzil it
Draba for gods sake don't talk ****
lift em up and shrink that bottom
yet there's something that you've forgotten
men prefer a sense of humour
to all this artificial hoo haw
so girls for reason and for sanity
tear up this propaganda vanity
be yourselves and break the habit
be a bunny girl not a freakin rabbit
ditch the salad bin the chart
Declare today a brand new start
ugly is as ugly does as spoken by the media buzz
today take back your sass and bounce
cause your all woman each gorgeous ounce
men admit it for gods sake
there's nothing **** bout a rake
women should live for more than style
so come on sweetheart chin up... and smile
now let your heart and soul start humming
and as for boys.....
                                 Keep em' comming
Brand names changed to stop from being sued lol. This is inspired by the poem  tales of an ugly, wasted girl by only madness knows my name
This is to all my female friends and any woman that feels they have to be like those photoshopped stick insects in cosmo and the like, men prefer real women believe me
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
John
I believe
In you
And me
Separately
We light up rooms
But when we
Come crashing
Together
People swear
That something's there
The Sun ain't got nothing
On us
But truthfully
Honestly
I think it was an honest mistake
As time ticks us by
And tucks us in
I'm starting to lose sight
I just don't see
What they see

Previously
The words I'm saying
Would seem so sinful
So foreign
So backwards
But they make sense now
I'm just not the same
And neither are you
Things grow apart
And people see differently
So I guess this is my resignation
This is my attempt
At an honorable discharge
I just don't see
I just don't see anymore
I just don't see what they see
Mist of love,
Fills the forest sky,
Created only by God above;
And the morning is drawing nigh.

Swiftly the world awakes,
And the mist is fading away,
Mist stops filling the air around the far off lake;
And before we know it shortly, also fades like mist the day.

*~Marian~
Little buds open
Birds sing from the tall green trees
And daffodils sway
In the gently blowing breeze
Cats watch dancing butterflies.

*Marian~
This is my first Tanka!
Sometimes my blood
boils
over the edge
I try so hard
not to lose my temper
but father, you let me down
when I saw mother hit the ground

Sometimes my blood
freezes
in my eyes
I try so hard
not to let it hit my heart
but mother, know its not
your fault

Sometimes my blood
is just normal
and it seems so strange
that's why I run
that's why I boil and freeze
because deep down
I'm not satisfied with


with
me
© Daniel Magner 2013
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