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The air itself seemed alive, saturated with the energy
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Your Words settle calmly on the cusp
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Reaching beyond, exhausted hands
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Iosyne is the Norse Goddess known as the muse of the arts.
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A collaboration between myself and one of my very best friends...(Who is not a member here)
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It took an awful lot of time to cross these bridges, I am thrilled to see them in ashes!!
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It beckons
in whispered suggestions.
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Today she awoke before the sun
just as she did every day.
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The hangman’s noose sits in wait
Every silken coil wound with guilt and hate
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Caress me with your grief
Wrap my soul with sorrow
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Whilst I sat upon my cushioned throne,
quenching the thirst of my ancient quill.
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Riding along,
free for the moment
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Disoriented masks of hate
adorn mud streaked faces
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I feast on the essence of your words
and soar beyond my own sheltered world.
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High above roaring aqua seas
Her peak, haloed by floating clouds
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Beseeching eyes find March’s moon
Glowing pristine against black skies
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Traveled by many
Sinners and saints
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Hours of days past, unite
And speak of passing time
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Morning pushes through darkened skies
Pale sunlight dulled by winters gray
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Dry empty pages flutter in winter’s breath
Forgotten words whisper silently
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Darkness descends creating shadows and silhouettes
Draping worn souls in past losses and haunting regrets
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Surrounded by each sweet scent of fall
Hay nestled in their clothes and hair
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Traveling along a country path
Catching summer birds mid bath
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In a darkened barren land
Lone oak stands tall and proud
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Parasites nibbling away
Eating from human buffet
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It started as words across the screen
He treated me as his own queen
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Puppet Master weave your horrid tale
Trap your words behind my blinding veil
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There once was a man I loved so
Day by day he made my love grow
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Heart is filled with love and fire
While false angels all conspire
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Dancing between hot drops of rain
Imprisoned in this world of pain
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Poetic verse is now a tear
Swallowing my screams
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Wandering quiet lonely streets
Lost amidst traveling time
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Emptiness fills my heart and soul
No alive words to pen with passion
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Living out our life in a tiny box
Devoid of the key to all padlocks
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Staring blankly into the swirling of the black abyss
Petals of an errant rose falling into the black abyss
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