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Rose Haven Apr 2011
Unknown, unseen
       difficult to understand

Hiding true intentions, behind foggy gazes
Unknown to predictably, never known to whats next

Obscurity
       overwhelming darkness succeeds over light
nothing is seen through the eyes

A voice is spoken, yet not heard
       all is sound and forgotten

Through the eyes, nothing
       blurry visions, welling tears

Pressure pushes against resistance
       until the **clear
Rose Haven Apr 2011
Strong, willing and so precious
I keep it close to me

Hard as stone, yet melts and molds so quick
Hard to see what makes sense to it
being as tough to break

Choosing its next beholder, and molding to its will
not looking at whats there
Not noticing its next shape through the change

I give gold to its chosen beholder...
Rose Haven Apr 2011
Hold my hand, so now we can run away
Your smile, your eyes, your laugh, Is why I stay

Your hold on me is binding tighter
      keeping me without hold, i feel it with your natured eyes
I'm lost in your green trees, when you speak

Sparkled eyes sets lasting impressions in the night sky
      then you turn away, but i stay
in the darkness

A tiny light shines to begin a new day, which extends to all regions
A new day, with new unfulfilled hopes arises

Sometimes it lasts, but sometimes it fads away
Rose Haven Apr 2011
Hold my hand, so now we can run away
Your smile, your eyes, your laugh, Is why I stay

Your hold on me is binding tighter
      keeping me without hold, i feel it with your natured eyes
I'm lost in your green trees, when you speak

Sparkled eyes sets lasting impressions in the night sky
      then you turn away, but i stay
in the darkness

A tiny light shines to begin a new day, which extends to all regions
A new day, with new unfulfilled hopes arises

Sometimes it lasts, but sometimes it fads away
Rose Haven Mar 2011
47
The end to all questions, the answer to all question
We all know the answers, but not the question to ask

Looking harder, isn't the answer
Open your eyes to whats in front of you
the answer is *47
Rose Haven Mar 2011
My home, my life as I always remember
Through the rough stones of the hard sand, I see my memories clearly

The heated scenery collapses into the bustling busy streets
That swirls and swerves into the grand markets of beautiful colours
and smells of spices that waft deeply into the clear sky,
where it’s always warm and comforting
The blue skies filter the noise of the large city

My home, My life as I always remember
Rose Haven Mar 2011
Extending up into the sky, they see all
      the trees wither
The green that sticks, leaches the life out of the Earth
      the moss that grows
The fog keeps all stillness, quiets all
      nothing is visible
All is still and *quiet
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