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so many ways we play the game
we go astray then we lay the blame
it's our way to weigh the shame
we say we'll change then stay the same

we should hate the game we play
knowing it's just the same we stay
it's our way to feign the way
looking for the place for blame to lay
I tried to use a lot of the same words in each stanza, but switched them around. I might try to use only the same words in each stanza
Stars in the sky exploding
Space and time folding
Bombs going off as the galaxy rips
Flashing lights fight to eclipse

Visions full of fluorescence
At the sacrifice of a solar systems essence
Shooting stars cry across the skies
Puncturing planets as they pulverize

Swirls of liberation
Celestial bodies melting in devastation
Swarms collect and deform
Exploding into storms as they transform  

The aura of the aurora bleeding like mascara
As if the planet is crying at the end of an era
Watching as black holes fight over vibrant sights
Pulling it apart as it ignites

What a wonderful curse
To befall the universe
It's so beautiful its cryptic
God bless a life so apocalyptic
Front Page!!! I hope to god this poem becomes more popular then "chorus of a love song" because that does not deserve to be my most popular poem.(Later) **** The Daily...Well that was my first wish that has ever came true and then some.
'Twas not normal,
To see children born without wings,
"O cruel sins!"
The brittle women sings.
Mother's hid their wingless children,
Tucked them away,
Ignored their wheezes from dusty, old corners,
Prayed to heaven for a growth spurt,
In the meanwhile,
Wondering how much it would hurt.
                                                           ­       -**Firefly
To be extended.....someday :)


Copyrighted September 14 2014
All rights reserved.
In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassels stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers wither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams
lie within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs to aging children, come
aging children

I AM ONE!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

- REPOST -
Based on a song by Joni Mitchell
I strongly suggest getting it up
on YouTube
"Songs to Aging Children, Come"
a more hauntingly beautiful
piece of music has
scarcely been written
The ***** children in the street
have no shoes for their tiny feet
Their mothers cry in nightly pain
hoping for a little rain
Shaving heads to avert the lice
eating handfuls of wild grain rice
Dressed in rags that cover their skin
to ignore these kids is quite the sin
Feed their bellies and give them hope
make them strong and able to cope
Teach compassion and how to give
give them all a reason to live
It was the first darkness who saw it first.. The whirlwind, the tornado, the vortex of shine.. small at first.. But no matter the size it sent darkness running in all directions.. only to see from afar and fear the glow.. darkness learned to hide behind solids.. creating children called shadows.. The light shines on as the darklings hide from it..
The first shadows of darkness, no matter how fast light travels it is greeted by darkness that has gotten there first..
I really can't wait
Until I have a baby
and a wedding

For the facebook likes.
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