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Golden hearts frolic on lilac hills

    rolling with the landscape, as does sunset on Mt. sill

    nothing invalid, nothing untrue

    prospects of no such thing as anything few.

    where blue thunder rolls in lilac hue.

    this place, far beyond anything anyone knew

    we seek silent frills on lilac hill

    where heavens eye shine not few, but all others too.

    made of love, no solitude.
(c) dlo 2011
We always knew we’d never reach individuality and if we did we’d be outlawed
Because we’re always categorized
And there is no end to what we start
We think that if we ever stopped seeking out what it is that keeps us growing
Then we’ll never stop working for peace.
Were always searching, this path is not easy to walk upon.
Were always seeking knowing that were eager to change
Were searching, seeking, reaching for something more.
I had to do a project for English in which we rewrite the words to a song for the book Anthem By Ayn Rand. I chose to rewrite Searching, Seeking, Reaching,  Always by We Came As Romans.

I got an A. I hope you enjoy.

Copyright Bret Desrochers.
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased

My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover

How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die

I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay

Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack

Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool

I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together

I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call


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