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truth beautiful trees
anything on wings
flowers four leaf
clovers, smiles,
tails wagging all that paints
my happiest
treasures,
All are valuable, priceless,
are really all I need.
All are kept locked with
a strong padlock
here in memory,
forever safely sacred.
She came upon a white horse,
through those dark melancholic shadows,
her long black hair glistening under a blood red moon,
the paleness of her skin reflecting its caustic beams,
dazzling, beguiling,  she comes for my soul,
the fire from her eyes burning my core,
searching through the dark folds of night,
she finds me and takes my hand,
it sears, it burns but I must embrace this pain,
pulling me from the darkness of this rancid void,
her great black wings shielding me from the light,
I surrender it all to my angel of the night.
 May 2015 karen dannette
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I feel your pain;
   the same weighed,
   heavily on  my heart.
   even though you are bitter,
   life will get better.
  its the nature of mother nature -
  time heals everything,
  so let it run its course.
Existing is tough;
why don't we all just give in,
do the trees a favor
rest for now this day
                                     my mind told me
                                     to remain locked
                                     inside these sheets
and let the world remain
unto itself; everything moves too slow
but fast enough to move itself
without me needing
                                     to give it a push

and i am not holding onto any
of the things and promises that once drove me
                             now i am holding onto
a box of memories and everything good
today i do not move for myself
but the earth is moving underneath my feet
                              though i feel stationary
                              i will no longer feel the urge
                              of moving unless it's
                              something good
                like you, or the beach
                this liquor bottle in my palm
                but i will be resting the whole time
                and let the world move me along
                with it
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