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How long is the regret

That it is always at the end?
 Jun 2015 Scott Biddulph
Day Wing
When happiness and smiles you have within grasp
They’ll charge in with swords of pain and sadness
Raise your shield with a tighter clasp
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

As achievements and great success chimes
They’ll attempt to feed it with arrogance and pride
Keep watch and be aware at all times
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

While innocence and upright honesty comforts
They’ll rebel on with lies and sly deceits
Restrict them from ever passing forth
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

Among the midst of compassion and pure love
They’ll counter with anger and ugly hatred
Fend them off with all the might you have
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

They will be close your whole life
They will force themselves in
Do not let them win
Be strong, be strong against your demons!
May 'they' be something, someone, or even yourself.
Be strong my friend! Be Strong!
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 Jan 2013 Scott Biddulph
Dear
This morning:
Sun rays chasing clouds away.
Suspended plateus of gray atop the Great Plains.
In between;
The suns yellow scream
Muffled by a gray glove,
Unveling the moon under it's layer of blue.

It is as if the rise has been erased and it is dusk again.

Missing golden face.
HOWLING
Fill my mouth with moon rays.
Violet taste.

Inhaling hearts and haste
To infiltrate empty space.
I can't wait I can't wait
To feel your form in a quiet place.
Screaming bodies sigh in grace.
Sodden tulip sings pleasure.
Your nose is filled with pollen.
I was once a beautiful, & colorful girl.

I had a lover of my own,

and hair of great bouncing curl.

My dearest and I had the truest of loves,

the kind that sent pangs,

through the hearts of white doves.

Ages ago, we were out on a sail,

t’was a beautiful day,

with a marvelous gale.

‘Till, in seconds, there came,

a downpour of rain,

and a scene that would change,

life of this poor dame.

I discovered my dear,

he was shrouded in fear,

clutching and fleeing and never looking back.

He abandoned our ship,

while we were under attack

I was thrown overboard,

with a most violent shove.

There I felt hands,

not of the usual class,

but thinner and sharper,

like that of broken glass.

It was then I was pulled,

roughly down to the dim.

The endless depths of the sea,

without him.

I looked up to the sky,

but oh, by & by,

the light of the world,

was shrinking rapidly.

The vixens and creatures of the dark,

surround me.

I would float, breathlessly,

among a world, under water.

Where the sea-souls of men,

are taken for slaughter.

It wasn’t the vast sea,

of splendid blue-green,

you know the kind,

that you see in a dream.

It was red and green and horrid, pitch black,

and he never looked back.

Didn’t toss me a float,

or a rope for my throat.

And when I rose to the top,

I swam to the shore.

The tide came and went,

a swift, gentle roar.

I stood there for what,

had seemed like years,

and your back facing me,

couldn’t fathom the tears.

The world spun on,

as she always does,

and my heart broke again

a million ******, pieces it was.

you had left,

you had gone,

but I was still holding on

to a past full of lies

and of tainted goodbyes.

my cries,

should have been,

for all of my wasted time.
 Jan 2013 Scott Biddulph
Ugo
Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.
John 10:34 "Jesus answered them, "Is it not written in your Law, 'I have said you are gods'?
Sleep, little girl, where the nerve endings died,
And pain no longer finds you.
In the sun’s thoughtless light your heels are too high
With your chest falling away from your body.
It’s on the edge between dreams and waking
The shore of feeling and thought
That those gentle storms kick and shake you.
Don’t you see it? Sitting wide
A hole with a mouth to swallow you.
It’s the place where the glass kept cutting and cutting,
Where fires burned and the salt ocean burned worse.
Memories forgot about it and they’ll forget you too,
In the place where all nerve endings died,
Where the little girl forgot she cried
And drowned without pain to alarm her.
 Jan 2013 Scott Biddulph
Marian
Grey clouds in the sky,
Grey clouds which raindrops fall from,
Gloomy is the day.

**~Marian~
 Jan 2013 Scott Biddulph
Marian
Part 1

She's just like me
she sprinkles Grace
she's my sis and friend
she's my reflection and shadow
she's my sweetie
her name is Madison Grace
she sprinkles in the most purest ways
she sprinkles peace for everything about her is peaceful
she sprinkles sunshine for those who are in darkness
she sprinkles joy for those that live in sorrow
she sprinkles life for those that think about death
she sprinkles happiness because that is what she is
she showers hope for those that never knew it
I love her a lot
we're the best sisters ever
she is my fairy of the enchanted forests which are beautiful as she is
she helps people that need help
I love her
everybody does
two girls playing in the sunshine all day
wading in the cool stream
splashing water on each other
laughing ringing through the mountains
up the hillside
through the valley full of flowers which we pick and inhale their sweet perfume
through the dale
giggles and smiles so bright
shining sunshine and sunrays in people's life
we're those sisters
we love each other and always will
love forever
love eternal
love forever burning bright
love undying
raining sun
raining peace
raining joy
raining love
raining life
raining hope
raining sweetness
raining blessings
raining pure friendship
sun so bright
shining through life


*
~Marian~
For dear Madison Grace!

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