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****** if I'm through,
****** if I do
stick around to
   let you feed on me,
   see all the gold turn to green,
           o r
this apparent love
turn to mean
something
a little stronger,
perhaps, last a little longer
than those cold, stygian nights
in some stranger's bed,
all those times you could've not
played with my head,
but yet, instead,
you did,
then you'd fib
and say you didn't mean,
oh, but I've seen it -
the dark in you, too,

play(th)ing; whatcha thinkin'?

I've unpacked myself
for you
and the wolves in your logic,
I've unset myself
for the second
I could see it again -
and those wolves concurring with your logic,

I found you hiding in the mirror,
creature of the lion's share,
drowned you in all my care,
                             my love,
a heart without sufficient sleep,
you tell me -
what was I supposed to think?
you made it so easy,
but how it got within me
I'm afraid to know,
was 'fraid to go
into the light without you,
but as I please -
I'll just
keep
going
You have me smiling at the blowing wind
My moods are completely capricious; they depend on you
I'm starting to fall...
And keeping my feet planted is becoming more and more impossible
I'm in love with the idea of you.
I want every part of it
But I keep forgetting to account for reality
Your presence has kept me hazy, and spinning
Disoriented, confused,
But blissfully
       Ignorantly
              Stupidly
                     Happy
I don't think I'm ready to face the truth yet
I think I'll stay up in these dreams for awhile
I consciously choose to avoid sensibility
I want nothing of logic, or rational
I am content with my simple idea of what you are.
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.
 Dec 2011 Shane Teter
Tins Nox
The world is vibrant.
Questions are many.
Everything has a place to be,
But everything is messy.
There is no right way,
Yet still searching for it.

People are people,
Animals are animals,
And sometimes,
Both are both.

Knowledge is abundant.
However, too many curious things
Make paying attention difficult.

Fragile hearts.
Tough skin.
Sometimes, though,
The skin will tear,
And the heart will hold everything together.

We rely on them.
We abuse their innocence.
They are delicate,
But they are the strongest of us all.
Without them,
We would not be here.

Cherish the children.
Around You.
From You.
In You.
 Dec 2011 Shane Teter
Ahmad Cox
The stairway to heaven
Is not that far away
The stairway to heaven
Is already inside
You just have to know where to look
It leads from our hearts
And extends out to others
And into heaven
As we pour out love
Our hearts are connected
Connected by love
Connected by grief
Connected by pain
Connected to God
And heaven above

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