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 Jun 2016 ns
Lark Train
Singing with a stolen voice
Borrowed tongue, the song of choice
Would have to be
Of ice and fire majesty.

To run from here on others' feet
A differed meter, with which to meet
A girl whom I've known before
Though now we drink and gamble more.

Her persona, then, was gently sore;
I see none of the scars we bore
As children, though now I see
The scars she left now complete me.
Kitsugi is the Japanese tradition of mending broken pottery with gold, accentuating the cracks and scars.
 Jun 2016 ns
Brigette Beck
Truth
 Jun 2016 ns
Brigette Beck
The memories replay in my mind
The poems that I've read so many times
The truth of you I try to find
Scanning each moment, each complex rhyme
I try to understand the scars on your arm
The depression you've resigned yourself to
But I feel in you more than just your blade’s charm
There's a light deep down inside you
So long you've been fighting
To always keep that light
All the thoughts you put into writing:
You're winning your fight
But I still have trouble finding who you are
The truth is more than I can ever hope of seeing
Even in your bittersweet hell, with every scar
You care with every fiber of your being
The truth escapes me
No matter how hard I try
But I do know that you’re a deep, beautiful sea
The reason for the sapphires in my eyes
 Jun 2016 ns
Ashton Bloom
I remember when I saw her dancing there, she nearly came up off her feet. The light came though her eyes and I saw it in the midst of my defeat.
Never a smile so wide or a laugh so loud, she was dancing her way through me. An endless stream of perfection, that's been slowly haunting me.
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 Jun 2016 ns
Mysterious Aries
Need a coat it’s raining
White grains from the cloud
To my past
There you are
Like a flowers’ peak bloom
Smiling
An angelical voice
Singing
The shiniest star
So captivating

Then,
When we’re young
I’m just a fool
So unwise
And so blind
Haven’t seen you
As you are
The shiniest light of your star
The lovely scent of your flower
The saintly voice when you sing
Now,
Was just a dream
Was just a dream

6-08-2016
 Jun 2016 ns
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Did you see them take the green fields
one by one, now line by line on hills in echelon?

Still, holding ground held holy by their sons;
no longer marching to the smoke and drum.

Where bugler called the day to final rest,
now silence grows like lichen on the stones.

For those who gave their all at our behest,
our memories alone will not atone.

Do you see the fires burning at a distance,
and more hallowed ground broken day by day?

Each new stone laid a fading reminiscence;
each new boquet soon fading into gray.

What better way to honor sacrifice
than to pause and speak their names aloud.

Until the gods of war are pacified;
until our flag no longer serves as shroud.
In memory of those who gave their all.
5/30/2016
And again, lest we forget. 5/29/17
Remember to remember.  27May2019
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