Living in a cloud full of purple dreams
Suffocating thing
The affect of DOGMA
Overtakes
The beautiful air
That is granted with birth
A shield centers your being
You learn it’s better to be
To be without the I the id or the ego
The roads twist
Traveling through
Different streets seeking shelter
A MOTHER and her unborn child
A ******
The stars align illuminating
The possibilities, shining for the savior
TO REMEMBER
The pains of labor
Amongst the animals
In a stable
Agony
Love
BIRTH
And rebirth
Three wise men
Three wise men
Traveling
Great distances
From exotic places
Three wise men
Three wise men
Baring gifts of
Gold
Myrrh
And Frankincense
To honor
The son of GOD
A baby
Born within a ******

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*It's never easy to step out into the sunlight 
away from the safety of your walls - indoors. 
Sometimes you forget just how hard it can get, 
Until a door slams shut in your face in midstep- 
knowing that you threw out the key to yours. 

It's never fair when you give your heart away, 
only to find out their forever ended yesterday- 
That you will from here on forward love on, 
caring for both your heart and theirs forever 
while the unrequitedness would be for sure. 

It's never too late to hope and dream of good; 
all will be well if we trust in the heart we love- 
that what has brought us together upholds, 
until a window opens up and lets light in again: 
darkness has no place - forever eternally bright.

How dare you.
How dare you steal my heart.
How dare you steal my sleep.
How dare you invade my dreams.
How dare your cloud my thoughts.
How dare you let me fall in love with you.

this silence is much needed.

If I stay the night
in a city by the shore,
I'll do my best to wait inside,
not search for something more.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

But if I meet her in the night
and she's staying in my home,
I'll try not to hold on tight
and let her move on alone.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

If I'm drinking wine
and she's fillin' me with laughter,
I'll lie and say I'm fine.
Then not pursue her, after.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

I want to thank you,
For all the years spent
Helping me to discover who I wish to be,
And who I never want to be again

An autumn whisper
is the sleepy cicada
of a season lost