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 Aug 2019 Tammy Cusick
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 Aug 2019 Tammy Cusick
annh
Tendrils of drowsy pleasure entice and hypnotise,
As daybreak storms; a rapturous collision,
Of distorted cadences and scintillating harmonies,
Between discarded blue-sky sheets.

‘I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.’
- Amanda Mosher, Better To Be Able To Love Than To Be Loveable
 Aug 2019 Tammy Cusick
rk
i feel you pulling at me
drawing me back to you
with each whisper
my bones react,
your hand on my throat
my blood singing your name,
craving destruction.
you're under my skin. you're in my bones.
I am a poor poet
in search of rich thoughts
I've made a deal with the devil
Signed in blood I gave him my soul
With each passing day my life unfolds
I wake to serve, to fulfill his deeds
My twisted words cut others with ease
What choice do I have when that's all that I know?
I play with your head until you grow old
With the devil on your shoulders
I stand blindly in a trance
Knowing those were my orders
I send you a glance
I Brighten your day
Am I a normal person?
Who's to say?
Just a poem
Education Gives Luster to Motherland

Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.

Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.

Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.
And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.

From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.

In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficent
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.

And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble ******* of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.

And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasure of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.
 Oct 2014 Tammy Cusick
Kyle Jacob
The rubble lay out, along the broken path
And our dreams sit in dissaray
Imprisoned in a land of destruction
We manage to evade the flames
We hope one day we will be freed
For curiostiy now controlls us
In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high
Hope is all we can hold onto
Hold onto your hope.
 Oct 2014 Tammy Cusick
Kyle Jacob
Look at us, black, white, and all colors alike
Sitting around, and thinking of life
The beautiful colors, and when they'll all fade
The day we fall into a slumber, from which we won't awake
We'll slip and we'll fall, we will rest alone
Surrounded by a world unknown
Silent as the past now fades
Brings you down, as you cry and ache
Do give up, please let go
For those colors will soon fade, I know.

Yet if somehow you do awaken
Don't be surprised to see the world mistaken
Broken down and rearranged
The people in it, now deranged
the colors once so bright and bold
Have faded out, and remain no more
The beauty of it all is gone
You realize you don't belong
But don't give up, or walk away
For the colors will return one day
This began as a simple poem I was writing for english class, and turned into something more for me. It is explaining suiccide, overdosing, and depression. It is talking about how at first everything is so amazing, and beautiful in life, however that thought of giving up is always lingers in your mind. For some it's very powerful, causing them to over time, become weaker and fall apart more and more until they are unable to continue. Pushed to the brink, and near the end. Then it goes on to say that when you're at your lowest, you need to think about the light at the end of the tunnel. And some of you might say it's not there, but i'm telling you; If it's not there yet, it will be soon. You just need to hold on to see it.
We don't have much,
But this mess.
Sometimes we clean it up, but by the next day we've unfolded it again.
The destruction of a bitter sweet love  manifestation.
Let's lay in pieces together.
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