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Arik Fletcher  Jul 2010
Sunchild
Arik Fletcher Jul 2010
The sun is rising in the sky,
her tiny voice emits a cry,
her first look at the world around,
her mother's voice the only sound.

The sun is higher in the sky,
her little legs find strength to try,
her first steps in this magic world,
her wonder at this life unfurled.

The sun is further in the sky,
her sleep brings dreams where she can fly,
her mind learns what her heart can do,
her heart learns all that can be true.

The sun moves on across the sky,
her heart is pure but often shy,
her hopes are in each parent's hand,
her future waits for her to stand.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
midnight prague Nov 2010
move in easy spirits through my terrain
leave me to go, trust me when I tell you I must get on the train
obvious in more ways than one
this history and prices our sanity pays for what we call love and fun
the first chance, the first chance I get to run
before the words from your lips have begun

tell me there is a open space for me to squeeze through
anything
anything to get away from you

a deep yellow is gnawing inside of me that I cant digest
in your dwindling pupils mine lay oppressed
theres something that is suppose to be in my chest
Im afraid it went missing
the thing that has lost its innocence
I see this is how Im addressed

Watch me as I do a hand spring into your tainted misery
before I would never dare
now I really dont care
a numbed infection is taking over
Im afraid I have gotten homesick
inside resembles something of the arctic
graphic and cubic I am no longer your sunchild
Im just another slave dancing to my own rhythmic music
music that plays in a world that dosent exsist
Yeah her *** is so fat,
Hard to not wanna stack with that,
Oops, almost had a baby,
In the back, of the cadillac,
Hold up, baby girl i could give you the world,
Lets take a step back,
Bring that old school love back,
Barry white, soul starked,
Deep up in ya sight,
Let me christen the night,
Pop the cork, champagne bottles,
Lingerie looking well,
****, you gotta brother hard as hell,
No fairytale,
Cinnamon skin tone, make me wanna, peck at ya neckbones,
Water glittery ice,
Herringbone, hands close to my stone,
Guard it well, leechers love to smell,
Your success til it fail, think i hit the holy grail, babygirl so real,
Dime piece,
Support me til i increase,
Bread over butter, sunchild never been so gutter,
Competition stutter,
When i placed myself to others,
Kobe Jordan mindstate,
Number eleven,
Peep.the game, sister to brethen,
Aint no one better than,
Number one baby boo,
Ill always cut for you,
Cuz I know our love is true,
True like the greenland grass,
Pictured of us together,
Yo **** the mass,
Form my own hysteria, fools cant peep tha,
Neighborhood ******,
Too much sugar make ya hyper,
Souls scented pixie dust,
Know love from lust,
Cuz emotions hard to trust,

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