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 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
Let me be a bird
   so I can fly
                     far,     far away

A rolling stone never collects moss
just leaves a path of destruction

remember me
you can't be forgotten

The sun, the flowers, the sky
the only things
I'll call mine

Ramble on, it's all I know
get my lovin' on the run

Rage into brilliance then fade out

like a star that burns bright
            then dies in it's own light

Remember me

some things
just can't be forgotten
 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
The sun is setting on a hot day, he hides coyly behind tall sycamores, his reflection playing on the undersides of trees on the riverbank. His warm breath is the breeze that kisses my cheek. The river carries me on, over pebbles and rocks below the glassy surface. Dragonflies dart around, flying gems that glisten in the sun. The heron, with diligent patience, hides seamlessly in the trees awaiting his next meal. He takes off when I get near, his frame is much larger in flight. The sweetness of honeysuckle is thick in this warm air. The trees on the riverbank are laden and dripping of the sweet flowers. As I gently glide through the water, the waves lap against my boat, almost making the sound of kisses. This is my river time. All these beautiful things, I love. There is passion in Nature, it is in birdsong and in the breeze. It is in the river as it moves along and the swaying of the trees. This is where I breathe.
I love kayaking.
 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
It's a heart that aches
that makes the day.

A love that shakes
that takes your breath away..
I'll finish it later maybe...
maybe it's already done...
 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
Made in the Eighties
Found my Goosebumps collection
Nickelodeon
hahahaha
I think the thing I miss most about the nineties is Nickelodeon
the game shows, Stick, the cartoons and other shows... Are you afraid of the Dark?, Kenan and Kel, ALL THAT, Salute Your Shorts!!!, Clarissa Explains it all, Secret World of Alex Mack....
The music, the movies, **** the nineties were a little glorious........
 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
I see them - in their veil of smelly, grey death
******* the life out of their death stick
Their teeth are rotten, like their breath
their lungs are as brown and nearly useless as their ****
They can't get a grip so they grasp on this cigarette
Every time they cough, I scoff at their demise
Maybe they should smoke a reeferette
their outlook and attitude would be better yet.
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Another oldie I dug up......
I wrote this while I was studying in the library in college, overlooking the smoking patio.
It looked like a scene out of the African safari, beasts gathered round a watering hole
 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
The thrill when I kiss you
equals the Rush when you touch
Those wandering hands
have returned from lost lands
I wish I could give you what you want

In the arms of my lover,
thoughts of you, I discover,
Excites and Saddens me
I am now that caged bird
my former passions flaring

I am burning alive
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 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
Oh sunrise
Risin' on me
A sky like fire
Rainin' on me

mmm sunrise
lighting up a new day
I could lay on your rays
Watch me, I'm slipping away

And I know that when I see you
I'm not the only one with a view
So I wonder what he wonders
If he notices the sky of cinders
On a morning drive to nowhere
And I, en route with no care

I'll see you, my friend
around the next bend..
Over the hills and far away,
and tomorrow and the next day...
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 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
One day, perhaps today, this won't be important-
that important to you - my words are only tools
I saw what it's like to be cold and desolate
I know how it feels to be alone and desperate
I can see the stars beyond my walls like glitter
in the skies - my eyes close for sleep to these.
I know you're close by, I just can't see you
You've disappeared before and I'd expect you'd
return again to run aground to be a hound..
I have the same story for every star
Like a beat in my heart, they number
I like you so much, let's make constellations..
My name means nothing and I am no one
to whom does this matter
**** a feeling, it never lasts
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 Mar 2014 Vagabond
Toni Seychelle
If you would be my man, baby I'd take you anywhere you wanna go - so let me know, if you take me down, I'll take you around- give me those eyes and I'll love you for days like birds live for skies. And, baby, the way you touch me is completely an accessory to mesmerize me - talk to me, lover, you, the one with the eyes, I'll be yours if you say so in my ear but it's clear you're just a dear, so close never near. Desperate for a heart to hold, fall for smiles and break apart the mold.. Storms that put you to sleep keep you awake, make you shake - it's all in that machine that makes you dream midnight's moonlight on that scene.. Glowing arms reach for your embrace, soft and creamy skin against your face race against your pace, stars fall into place... Dizzy in my dreams, so it seems daily streams of delinquent screams for serious fears and this is what you wanted, you wanted to think, you're here so you speak silence demanding patience since straying, stranding my hopes in hopeless hopefulness helpless for an accomplice.. Designs in my mind lying on the floor like a crime for fame, what a crying shame - dying for the same life-defining, death-defying love stunt mind ****.
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