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lie
I am not sure which is true
But your voice and your eye
I am sure one must lie
If I have to describe
the love
in one word,
I will use
your name
for that !!!
 Sep 2015 Tanya M
GaryFairy
spaceman
 Sep 2015 Tanya M
GaryFairy
i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a face, trying to trace man

it's not rocket science
with the fights, riots, and sights of violence
i'd give my right eye for some silence
i'm finding this place never quiets
no kindness, or signs of subsidence
relying on small minded diets
no compliance, alliance, or guidance
few ever try to defy the tyrants

i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a trace, trying to face man
light
from the lit windows
   of the hurrying train
streams out
and instantly disappears
   into the darkening landscape
   through which I travel

I do now know
   where it goes
   what scene it may
   happen to illuminate

sometimes
when we stop at a station
   pass a town
   or a row of cars
   waiting at the crossing
we are receivers
   of the light of others

so we speed through the world
receiving some
and sending flickers of light
   into space
to unknown destinations

           * *
 Sep 2015 Tanya M
Patty Nieberg
I hope your eyes sting
And your throat is sand paper
When you think of what you did
To me


But of course you won't
Because you win
And I lose
You win her
*And I lose you.
 Sep 2015 Tanya M
GaryFairy
held up in suspension
just beyond my senses
experience out of body
without any defenses

my mind starts to travel
awakened by the sound
secrets start to unravel
and my senses come around

the sound of perfection
the voice i hear repeating
upward in direction
my soul and sky are meeting

in a glimpse of a moment
a home for the drifter
under the breath of an angel
within a saint's whisper

— The End —