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Solaces Nov 2013
There you are little night-time ghost..
Sit with me..
I'll play you a song tonite..
But only if you sing along ok..
Sing me your story..


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Down­ by the silver creek..
Little ghost cries..
Shadow of Jesus..
With lightfilled eyes..

Strum me your music life warm soul..
Chords and melodies..
A flame of colors for you to hold..
Midnight church bell memories..

Silver creek runs through her..
Sad body left alone in the cold..
Placed there by a lost souless banisher..
Her little night-time ghost I play to and hold..

Ghostly little finger..
Light compass of evil..
Head north holy music player..
To the house of the evil false preacher..
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Our song was over.. I now know why she sings a sad song.. I make my way north to the old church of the preacher.. I play him this song and sing to him the lyrics during his midnight mass.. Heaven awaits little night-time ghost.. Justice will be served..
She followed the false light.. and she shines true light afterwards..
AJ Cox Jan 2015
I am alone with these thoughts.
And I call them god. As I furiously long
For silence.
Among the frantic quiet.
The pestilence reeks of livid fights
That lend themselves to morning terrors.
I must remember I am only waking to a lightfilled night.
This consoles me to a point.
After which I remember times when---
I found a lord less lane and walked
To find the hungry  taunting.
And the poor throwing all their riches at my feet.
It was worth noting.
the brick houses shattered in the presence of( looking )
Glass streets.

— The End —