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Yellow field of agony,
spreading weedy misery,
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Street pianos play soulful melodies, as
life’s lullabies whisper, like ghostly glockenspiels
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A pluck of strings and
I feel sad music move inside me.
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Winter whispers steal across,
envelope dead summer.
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He basks beneath blankets of green,
where grasses grow in God’s beauty,
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1. PROSE: The storms rage in the distance, while I lie on the beach. I cower before everyone who sees me now. But, I hope I will be sa
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I see the star of Jesus’ light,
of years ago, Holy night -
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All the while, I hold you I dare not forget harm you did me.
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The dancing winds of mind pity me,
for insanity is my forever.
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You wait in demure shade,
to listen as sweet songs whisper
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Today, I knew another behind the asters of our love,
hiding my immorality, as a moment in a mist.
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Unusual colours
stretch between negatives,
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A rose by any other name
would still smell sweetly just the same.
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I spurn created culture made for me,
with well-worn ethics, moral history.
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I lied and cheated; deep deceit the seed
planted with selfish foolishness and greed.
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Grim winter welcomes me with haunting dreams.
I slowly search for painted promises,
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I hope she didn’t see them
dark stains upon m' shirt,
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When I told you I was going, I
heard your silent plea, “Stay here with me.”
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Butterflies herald this season’s birth with
golden showers of promises, glistening welcome, warmer days.
by R S Adams Jr
16 lines, 15 comments,
on Oct 4 11:37 AM 2008
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Shadows watch,
silently smirking.
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Dream of deepest feelings,
give vent to disallowed desires-
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I weep deep, prayerfully,
with warmth from humble fire,
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Fatal existence,
not knowing my own soul,
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She loved me painting her portrait.
My best art was of her, because
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Listen with me to the stillness of serene sleep,
as I walk a shaded lane of quiescence.
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Waves hurl on shadowed rocks
in the rush of a dark night.
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His joy with pain,
his infinite magnitude,
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Shall I be lost in guilt, forever found
in quiet trespass of the hidden night,
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I wander, wonder,
wistful in clouds
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Slowly I stroll beneath God’s golden moon.
I dream of distant days when love was strewn
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I lived in longing fields of loneliness,
where sounds of silence sought the tempting moods
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Alone, to love in a water world
where whispers seep silently,
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My heart flies,
no thoughts of an ordinary life,
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