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Screaming in the chambers of your mind
Silently you wail in pain
There's no silence you can find,
He's in your mind, you're insane.
The birds are singing beyond your ears,
They say what you don't want to know,
Scatter your mind and face your fears,
There's nowhere else to go .
Search your heart and one day you'll find,
Silence is a myth.

The light in the tunnel has been turned off,
You hold out your hand to guide you,
No one will hold you and lead you on,
The darkness engulfed within you.
Blackened tears reflect in your eyes,
They hide away your right to see.
In the distance, muffled in a cry,
One day there you will be.
Search your mind and one day you'll find,
Darkness is a myth.

Someday at dawn you'll meet the lunatic,
He looks an aweful lot like the man in the mirror.
Burnt and broken you fall through the opening,
Into your mind, with the madman, trapped in a tear.
Hungry wolves emerge from your thoughts,
Devour you all and you're left behind to see,
Torn and withered , the soul that you fought,
Was yours, and all that remains is me.
Search your soul and now you'll see,
I'm just a myth.
Just like you, just like them.
 Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith
Sir B
Where are you??
Better yet
What happened to you?

Scars and bruises covering your face
It scares me off to death
Thinking someone could harm you

So now,
You will tell me what happened to you
So I can reassure you
And so we both can laugh and make merry

:)
Inspiration from a few songs
Upon the sign above your head a word was scribbled down
A group of letters making up for something more profound
Consider this - that you are not entitled to your name
And neither are you crucified for what you do not claim
It all becomes a foreign tongue, a book you cannot read
Propensity for vatic spells, to them you've taken heed
And so remark the cursive notes addressing every page
Your oath inscribed is legible to those who share your fate
Where are you going and who will you see?
Crystal raindrops
race the mourning sun
across my
windowed pain
They lead to your soul they say I wonder where they lead when we look out
Last night I dreamed of you all night
And didn't want to wake

The dream was uncovering
memories of you, I'd buried.
A swat to the backs of my legs
to get me to open them.

Your carters blanket
up to shield us.
Doing things you didn't want
the God to see.

What was I dreaming then?
I wasn't.
Tags: little bluebird, bobby bland, carters, perfect firsts
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