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By Grace Thee More Amazing Place Yet Still

She was on her way

she was bad

she made promises

she was addicted to guilt

she always made good in her promises

in the most horrible ways

i suppose they were lies

you knew better

on one hand

in retrospective

survival

me, you and no one

is exception

just 3 words

in the english dictionary

i didnt read novels

i, if empath

did not learn the wares

in books, no where

 

no one i suppose is born into a full house

we only come from one

it turns out inherently

and only a matter of time

and we all have some strange words

the ones of faults we are not acute to

we've plenty our own

 

you know when your played

you know when your vulnerabilities and defenses have been

pushed to walls, come tumbling

more so crashing

as the perfect strorm

of all manifestation

 

she was on her way

you journeyed along

your paths were mighty

she said they and i

were wrong

 

it took so little time

the death pangs

so long

from light

to darkness

that swallowed

all

 

Dark Star

You knew, speaking for myself

Had it been a twist of fate all along

is that what life was

was this another spiral

pilot lost control

to save some empire

for some lost little girl

from the other side

you knew better of

there were no questions

no not really

 

Only confidences

in your manifest journey

of existence still

Dark star

break on through

the other side

 

Was it the rabbit hole

i didnt read that either

but know enough by now

if but for

upside down, inside out and backwards

was there some of that..

 

where logistics of love, life

liberty, justice, the persuit of happiness

simple decency, respect, recognition of another life

that was not an extension toy of your own whims and will

for some phony battle of arrogance

phony, epic, relentless

you know, senseless

 

from impossibilty twice

two entwined in impossibility

once again

 

********************************************************************

 

She was beautiful

she was bold

well, well rooted

on the perfect spelll

of perfect earth

broad lovely branches

of every unique alluring curvature

every necessary size shape and placement

well leafed

in a perfect summer

perfect solace

back bracing shade

 

She was the tree of life

Whom came of love

Of course

 

Just three steps away

Recognition

Acknowledge

Forgiveness

 

I can never forget her

She has not withered

no not a bit in rejection

She has more beauty, strength

and every lovely attribute

even more so still

of course on one hand

amazing grace

thee other

 

***************************************

 

Just three steps away

Is life

 

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I tried to refuse

to wake from this dream

By this morning

Two days I tried to

Escape from possibility

 

To understand the tragedies

On Valentines Day

'tis the day

 

It was the Sun

Both of them

Just yesterday

Twin Stars

 

Is it once again

Or always

 

Can one be

If not for another

 

To be or not to be

 

Twas, is not a question after all

 

For both must

And at Once

Together

 

All Else

Illusion

 

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Yet I can't get over this thang

Not here, not by oneself

 

Not for long

Bless this earth and kiss the sky

 

And you have just admitted to the curse

We all carry in coins and purse

 

******************************************************

 

I still believe

And want that greater thang

 

I want it again, again

again...

 

Begin again, again

again

 

**********************************************

For what I know

I have none of doubt

No one does

 

But what is so crucial

Is what it is about

 

********************************************

 

From what I know

All is

or comes from love

Dark and Light

 

An infinitely deep

passion play

 

Keep it Love

Keep it Lite

 

A Heart that floats

Or be crushed

 

by the Light

 

********************************************

 

Today again I tried not to wake

For I cared completely

Somehow

Simply still

 

*********************************************

 

And here are we still

Not one

 

An extension

Of Another's will

 

**********************************************

 

No vice,

no *******

 

No choice

of poison

spells

or pills

 

******************************************

If

Love is life

Does all else ****

 

******************************************

 

Bending, twisting, amending,

taking, faking, breaking

shading, fading

 

Another's will

 

********************************************

 

Does Love not have willingness

 

Inherently shared

Can't be too far

 

from the beautiful tree of life

 

What is mine

What is your's

 

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Twas it a question

AFTER

 

An Illusion

AFTER

ALL

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127 HOURS IN 127 SECONDS

Don't ever give up no matter what you wake or go to sleep with.

In my heart, mind being a parallel perhaps here...

Looking at the lyrics more so than catching some other vibe.

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for.

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,

Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,

And my spirit is crying for leaving.

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,

And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,

Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,

Then the piper will lead us to reason.

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,

And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,

It's just a spring clean for the May queen.

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're on.

And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,

The piper's calling you to join him,

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold.

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last.

When all are one and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

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