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Some may call it the silvery lining
secretly hoping that you are dying
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Red, green, yellow stoplight blinking. SUVs and little BMWs are crowding and
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You’re everything in my lucid atmosphere-
And the love has scurried rampant and astray,
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You shut your eyes but your the one who's dead
Did serpents poisen fang entice your kiss
Such arbitrary blackness in your head
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Moons and stars shine through time
Marking memories long forgotten
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To occupy one lazy afternoon
I thought what I could do for all mankind
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You are here in my arms yet farther away
I know I loved you even before I met you
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Yet they all came before me in a hot appetizer-
in an over-sized bowl of minestrone soup...
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And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night –
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
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From the very start you built a wall,
young lover of dreams swept away.
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Behind the vacant masks of time
Sentiments and I chant a tune
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The sons of the God’s are courageous in their quest.
Fruit born from Poseidon and Amphitrite’s vine.
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As I scribbled across the pages of my soul
Looking back at times when satan was my best friend
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A roller coaster ride if there ever was one,
the ebb and flow of it, not unlike the tide.
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You were mine,even before I met you
In sickness and health your love was there to stay
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Forget tonight for the sun emerges, our frivolous woes have been omitted
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That very day when I fell in love with you
A moment engraved in the abysses of my heart
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Do not ignore me when I comment grim.
All writers must proof-read at close of day...
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"What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them."
-Voltaire
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The curtain falls to wash you from my sight
But I may keep the brightness of the day
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We perfect beings rise above.
With our little bodies and enormous souls,
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The geraniums are in bloom.
We breakfast in our little space,
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Do not go mental on the net all night,
Young kids should race across the fields and play;
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Sorry had to remove the other, it ended up erotic, I'll try again.
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The heart's not seen as sacred anymore,
But looked upon as lowly and profane-
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I lent you my pen, and then my heart, but little did I know that from Act One,
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Oh! Look what a pretty balloon! Floating so lazily, so high!
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The Moon has always lit a lover's way Her silver beams outshining Cupid's darts
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To those concerned, twas once upon a time,
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
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I hear you whisper, “Love is fleeting,”
between each desperate breath you take.
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Master Ink, I'll never stray,
There's art in my chemise;
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So it was that I became the traitor, And the fallen ones were those who spoke for me.
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Life goes on, come what may.
Peace is just a state of mind,
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