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May 2016
I only say what I say
to say again
what I mean
but in the end
toward the end of time
they promised all shall be mine
so at that time
and then again
we shall be together
but not as friends

Dare I wonder
and bother to dream
of tainted nights
clouded with steam
from a shower before
heated with
passion all it's own

When again shall it be
that we may be free
to see that it was meant
to be
what seeks to see
what it all means

When will it end
so I can say again
that in time
all things are well
and seek to see
all that entails
having it begin again

Should I wonder
should I believe
should I ponder
should I be set free
this dream becomes me
and I fight to see again

So blinded
as I am blind
but not to things behind

I have always sought to be
more of what was meant for me
and when I see
that it's all free
I know it's for me to be
as I have been
and always wanted to be

But at the end
there's ne'er a shout
for nay,
the twain shall meet
and seek
in a world of it's own
certain wonder

Stillness
like the cold of a winter's night
setting fire to certain desire
and one desires
only to dance like pirates bountiful
majestic
free to be
as they please
Written by
Joel Johnson  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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   Rapunzoll and Keith Wilson
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