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Jan 2017
HE is the Algae on the stone
at the bottom of a lake

I am the waterfall and foam
the rapid and it's wake.


HE is colorless and blindly
groping for life & breath...

I am the rain and kindly
cradling all life and Spring,


Quenching the thirst of death.

HE is as un-renown as any thief
vapid and cowardly hides and keeps
secrets and nothing new
HE is untrue, just a creep...

I am love and open sky
Vulnerable as gold to greed & lusting eyes,


I am heart and shine of light
I am truth and I am right
I have no fear
but have the will to fly.


HE is shallow made of shadows,
Our kingdom forgotten in the gallows,
fractured and renews old sorrows
Ever no more a soul to borrow...

Still I am vision  I am marrow
every peak and flight of sparrow
I am days
of bright tomorrows...


He's a vapid snake
nothing new.
While I am the Love
and the Life in all of you.


the Sunrise
&
*Absolute.
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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