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Old country cottage
nestled in gentle forest
none knows who lives there
More tea
Emily?

Wafer thin ham
on wafer thin bread
to be
served on bone china plates
and she's still in bed!

Next time it'll be Spam.
Hell awaits me
Light is the drug most needful
enters your eyes, seeps through your skin
your brainwaves are light your understanding lit up
light frees you from darkness light frees you from ignorance
light is a shared fire a place of common ground
light is where we all come together.
I’ve been compartmentalized
Because of my labels
I’ve been ostracized
Because of my sight
They try to drown me in their river
And so
I swam with all my might

So if you wonder
How I got here
And why I am sopping wet
I was forced to learn to swim
To escape the fishers net.

Are you still treading water
In the deep end of beliefs
Learn to swim my friend
And
Drown with me in peace
...................
Traveler
the two men shared a
kindred connection
though each one was very
different in perception  

they both had a love
for water colour painting
oft they'd sit at an
easel's acquainting  

one of the artists being
a most evil man
whilst the other artist
showed a far gentler pan

yet an abiding affection
of visual art
tied them together
and not apart
She is his princess.
He is her forever protector.
He is the first man she will know.

He the one to watch her grow.
She is his daughter.
And he is her dad.

One of many relationships not address.
Except many ladies have fond memories of their dad.
We mostly talk about the father and the son.

But many mothers are aware of the depth of these two relationships.
Articles somehow avoid it.
Unless she addresses to write an article or book about it.


Many men know hurt his daughter in any way.
You more than any other time has a serious visit from the dad.
Just don't face him when mad.
When conversations grow darker than night skies cold. And the tree leaves on the breeze fail to whisper the truth. What happens then, after Summer, so far away from the Springtime of youth? I don't know, but ergo Autumn. And with this quote end. Just as the rocks below look up to the sky above. Marylan spoke my mind in synonym that day, and so I'm through with love.
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