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Shirley May 2013
I was standing there

In the heart of crossroads

Blindly staring at the unfamiliar road signs



Traffic lights must have misheard my wheeze

They shifted before I could breathe

Inexorable headlights race towards the freezing me

As if magnet and metal were meant to be



I am here, facing back

Tracing the road I wanted to wrack

With thought of facing the crack

Measuring the weight to repack



Memories of morning sun heating away the haze

Passion of youth in this town had become blase

Fleeting replays of ugly truths in these old days

So I stepped out the lies builded with ablaze  



I will be moving, starting from here

By the side of crossroads

Slowly walking away from these rusty road signs
Gleb Zavlanov Oct 2013
She stands by me, she stands by all of us
Shielding with bright the flame of purest truth
Like Thetis gainst the banes, she’s beauteous
Allowing me to grow within my youth
A roaming free through her prairies untamed
Hued with vibrant roses as her stripes red
With lakes most deep and mountains, high most famed
And stars that watch over us when dawn’s dead
America, the guard of all the rest
Brother to the young, mother to her son
An eagle soaring o’er the sky’s blue breast
Daring to claim the fiery, hot sun
Aglimmer with a brazen, nascent zest
    And bring it back and lay it in hard pride
    America the beauteous and bright

Across the mountains folding ‘gainst the wold
Across the lakes reflecting the deep sky
Across the cities rimmed at night in gold
Is the place where harmony shan’t e’er die
America, the place where sorrows flee
The land of the brave, those who charge to fight
Who fight for what makes America, free
Who fight for what makes America, bright
Who fight against the scourge of dawning hate
We are the folks who lead the world before
Tomorrow, we make America great
America, tis to freedom, the door
America, tis to pure hope, the gate
    America, to the future, the tide
    America, the beauteous and bright

In times of need, in times of woe and drear
We welcomed all hapless people who fell
Cringing within their dark, wholesome despair
By the black feet of dark the king of hell
This land is land that always share must we
This land is land with laws and judges, just
This land the land of opportunity
This land the land forged together with trust
America, the home of everyone
Who dare to achieve ‘yond the mortal eye
Warden of all, rebuilder of the gone
The eagle who dares to the bright stars, fly
Beyond where rims all space the light of sun
    And venture deep into galaxies, wide
    America, the beauteous and bright
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Solaces Aug 2017
It was me and the stars again!  I leave this dead planet in route toward the destroyer that nearly destroyed me.  It was good to be among the stars again. Into the expanse of darkness surrounded by star light. My wings made of sapphire blue star light.  I traverse through the darkness that connects all the light together.  They go hand and hand you know. You need darkness as you need light.   They must remain in balance..  Night to day, black to white, Light to shadow, Rebuilder to destroyer and so forth.. I was nearly defeated by this collector of chaos.   He has just arrived at my home planet where my fellow dragons are fighting as of now..  I can feel their power grow as I get closer and closer to home.   You see they are my light, my shine, my hope, and my stars.  And so it will be me and the stars again. We will shine in the night.  Even after we are gone, we will still shine on! My name is Secalos, Blue Star dragon of the cosmos, sky priest of the sky oceans.  I am coming! Fast and fierce, shining brighter than ever.. All because of one thing I did!  I remembered me!
Dragon flying through the stars. . . . .

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