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 Jul 2016 Rachel Keating
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Free
 Jul 2016 Rachel Keating
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Your family home
has been sold
to the cultured,
the old vultures
feeding on the garden
thick with rabbits
and your father's dead
daughters, you sleep
in a pickup, tired
of work near the water,
fond of the instant,
you travel through
the country you know,
farm long forgotten,
the word free written
in red ******* your arm.
 Jul 2016 Rachel Keating
Stephan
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What can I say so my love it will find you
How can I show you with poems I write
Where are the phrases that send my affection
While I am sitting here writing tonight

Who would I be without your inspiration
When all I want is you here in my heart
Why am I asking, my ink it will show you
Give me a pen, I am ready to start
 Jul 2016 Rachel Keating
Stephan


I sleep beneath these darkened skies
as silence takes me in
So that my mind may wander off
to find that dream again
And when I wake upon the dawn
to brighter skies of blue
I’ll smile for in that special dream
my night was spent with you
 Jul 2016 Rachel Keating
Stephan


I would have dreamt you
a long time ago,
if had I known
you would come true
They left you for a reason
They didn't see you for a lifetime
They saw you as a season
If the universe is all about
Survival of the fittest

Then why is it etched
On our hearts to feel good
When we help others
But to feel guilty
When we only help ourselves?
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