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 Jan 2015 The Tinkerer
SG Holter
Mouthfuls of lead
Cannot silence
Free speech.

People.
Poets.
Arise.

The pen is mightier
Than the
AK-47.
I'm screaming in my head and crying in my heart,
I'm ripping myself apart,
Sure my face seems to tell you "I'm alright",
But the truth is I cry myself to sleep at night,
And its all because I miss you so,
Oh why did you have to go?

I kneel here at your grave,
Crying, praying, watching, waiting,
For some kind of sign,
For some kind of signal,
That will tell me you're alright,
That will help me sleep tonight,
To put my heart at rest,
And my mind at peace,
To tell me,
Why you had to go.

As I lay here in my bed,
I can't seem to get this in my head,
The loss of you puts my heart in pain,
Without you life won't be the same,
I hug your Tigger tight,
As I start to cry I think,
"why did you have to go?"
This was written because I lost my aunt who was very close to my heart.  This goes out not only to my Aunt Tressa but to anyone ** has ever lost someone near and dear to the heart.
R.I.P Tressa Johnson.
 Mar 2013 The Tinkerer
Dayda Base
You are innocent
A beautiful undiscovered creature
Grazing in life's pasture
Vibrant as sun rays
Yet still a soft glow like moon light
Untouched by the inevitable pang reality
For the preditor lays in wait
Obsessive, he stalks his prey
It didn't take long for him to pounce
clawing and shredding
Tearing away something so precious
You're writhing remains crushed
Nothing left of your innocence but the crimson petals of your flower
Or so you think...
You have no idea that you are still innocent
And while such a loss can never be repaid
While you may cry yourself to sleep from this day on
While your dreams may never be the same
While you may shy away from an honest love's sweet touch
Just know...
Your are Innocent

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