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 Aug 2015 Tryst
Joseph Paris
Like stars spilling from whiskey dewdrop lips 
Words streak across a midnight sky of longing

What proverbs may come from these whiskey lips For every lightless night spent apart For every unspent voucher to destinations we will never travel to
Find something beautiful
And don't let go
All things of beauty
Must pass away
Maybe one beautiful thing can stay

Hold tight the breathless moments spent dreaming in aurora skies
For every darkness carries the remembrance of the sun
How it left warm kisses upon fluttering eyelids 
In this way we too will find heaven

That undiscovered heaven whose patterns we have run through
and dimly remembered sun
the hopeless light that sits quietly
In the souls of the storm-born
That far
that distant
That's where the hurt is
That is the proof of love
 Aug 2015 Tryst
WendyStarry Eyes
If satisfaction in life
was guaranteed
Life would be defined
As catastrophe
If I was always satisfied
My IQ would never rise
My brain would become numb
I imagine my nickname would be dumb!
If I do not constantly
Dream about what is next to achieve
My purpose in life
Would become to grieve
 Aug 2015 Tryst
SøułSurvivør
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in a field of no regress
in a place of emptiness
in a time of doubt and fear
when you lose someone who's near
when life cuts you to the bone
when you're feeling all alone
knowing that you'll never see
that person who is dear to thee
just remember my sweet child
My presence is there all the while
your life's path may wind and wend
but always know it's not the end
for of pain they're finally free
they are safely here with Me
in My kind and loving arms
free from tears. free from harm
they're just on the other shore
in perfect peace forevermore


♥ Catherine

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soulsurvivor
(C) 8/23/2015
for a friend in her time of loss
i truly care

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