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wandabitch Nov 2012
among the ashes, as you rise you savage, just on a harmonica's twang.
tell what you saw in the future
what Ga you saw in the eyes,
just to show
what you really keep.
Lusting heart, loving part,
come away with me.

paying the street with coins, money man.
broken dollar bills will not due.
the Whole is needed the half won't pass,
this ride is always for free.

don't burn a hole in your smile,
with nicotine in your lips.

eat up you'll need the strength,
we dance tomorrow.
wandabitch Nov 2012
you are a boy who misunderstood
what a girl like me needs.

all i need is friend
who makes cabinets in the sun
who runs marathon's for fun,
and listen to my drumming beat.

as the dump truck intercedes in a disturbing way.

don't misunderstand what I say.

what I say is lets be around
when the family goes out for dinner
when I'm too high to read a letter,
meant for someone else.

ALL there is between are to many streets
when I'm out of gas,
and need money to make,
my dreams real.
wandabitch Nov 2012
just a gold grenade passing through the hands
of famous names,
and airport emergencies,
and world war II tom foolery.

when a friend exchanges hate for love,
life makes since.
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It's on sale, haha
wandabitch Nov 2012
Our World is so ******, the gulf is
crying out in oil suds mixed Fossil Fuels
-all-
      -gone-
-dry-
In this heat wave they speak, as I
                                    kick
          leaves in  duck-taped strides,
I wish I could fall-lie
        As Hermes dives to the side of every
Poet's cry...
       There is a voice to be heard.
A                distant train silhouette  in the mismatched
   sentence, yes tell us why?
Curious as Cat-In-Hat, mischievous
                                                                ­as This-Or-That,
where would the power dream?
Of
      Us
            Worthy,
of what we feel inside, a
-survival kit, -a heart's wish
or a -simple stitch..
   of eloquent words and sighs.
                    To Bee,
         what,
                   It ought To Be.
wandabitch Nov 2012
Do you know why,
I can't sleep, in the attic or the deep?
No Anchor on these tides, treasure box
in a pirate's hope;find the boat.

Drifted on a pierced lip, a fixed kiss,
a mental slip--
on a burnt out Fuze.

Double check for a
red lighter's glaze,
As wolf is entranced in the gaze, of a moon's longing.
              EYE
Take it easy,
little child. A bottle ship on a lover's dream
tossed and turns as sleeper learns,
trust the Sun.

Light so stronge, Life will always crawl
in the uncertanty a simple plee,
to be
           to exist
                           to dream,
What It really is, spinning the compass
to the steady Fun, painted with snow.
As a remote control in
*****-MOAN phase.
wandabitch Nov 2012
I wanted to enlist as an army babe, but i can take-care-of-my-self,
stay healthy as a tree, no more frantic order's like "Smeeeaaaag?!?"
Just a girl who wanted to be a penguin and swim free,
of the trap of an incomplete mind.

Walls of neutral yellow and beige, as a
sunflower soaks the rays of,
seasonal depression;

lost in this endless sea of confusion.
Is there really dedication, reflects blue eyes of Lilies socket's,
does Eternity really exist?

As a blown kiss,
a wishing well
fish.

The heart is the only gate,
gushing feelings and
simple beatings,
masks this face of shy Grace.

As thundering pride takes over,
build a dynasty and touch the heavens,
Lifted,
as dove on wings, crowned in Gold,
I've found the Soul.

In the lake this treasure keeps
as a door swings open,
step'n on through to morning.
Finding super power's at twilight daze,
****** onto the writer's play.
I fear my magnet spins a compass    round
                     and round
and round.....
wandabitch Nov 2012
I've had to many honey bees,
but I have the peace of the sea,
old soul waves at me,
planet stars sung a tune,
arrow brought love strikes true;
as a leaf,
on November's shoulder,
bent down by winters cold sigh.
I feel alive, oh night sky,
Moonlit shades and cloudy days
bring small comfort
of what was

**Few, and Far between.
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