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the snow was falling and i was driving (myself crazy)

Now a memory: Dead lion glassy eyed beast.. will remeber how The poacher came The lion roars a whisper in the vast African night while miles off the child was fed at last hungry eyes beg a hopeful light children cry the tears like rain pouring out from fluffy Egyptian Cotton clouds the lion's blood- a stain the child's hunger pain the wailing widow at the pew- on her knees once again her left side- husband no more killed in flight bombs like dead flies there is bound to be more in store... the dead lie still their souls do twitch under greying skys at last the mourful cry of the mother of the stillborn child's

Foot along the water Gently placed; sharp ice; potential slaughter… dangerous hopes and dreams to be faced. Cold shivers running up my toes A pool so dark of liquid dreams and hope Icy water; icy thoughts- reflection of friends and foes running through my mind; cease pain. Learn to cope! Up my spine. A lake of liquid hopes and dreams To dive is to risk To risk is to lose Or to gain? Ask the jury, ask the judge For they place their foot along the water, long ago, leaving a stain bloody wishes, divine slaughter- ending hopes and dreams. Diving now Deep within liquid dreams and hopes Wanting something Needing it Divi

Throwing paint against the wall Is how I spent last night… waiting for the never-coming call we had a fight a row for just us two you were the darkness engulfing my light leading me farther from Correction to Disaster, as if on cue… Throwing paint against the wall is how I spent last night… At the airport I was lonesome for you to come off that flight… Never showed up, lost in God-Knows-Where I cried and cried and cried till I was such a sight. Throwing paint against the wall Is how I spent last night… I said I love you. Why did you stall? Scream at you with all my might Love, an illusion, a lie from

one bright day in the middle of the night two dead men started a fight they stood back to back facing each other drew their swords and shot each other a deaf policeman heard the shot and came running to the spot if you don't belive me ask the blind man he saw it all!

dark blue velvet skies deep and thoughtful twinkling starry eyes thick blue, dreams ink drops splatter- what a sight across the white floor a deafing roar in the quiet night dark blue velvet thick navy perfect cyan luminous blue & shiny satins of a blue blue blue scene until the sun rose and it became green.

twisted child of mine strong and willfully sinful those eyes-- a sign playing with fire day in and day out until the child will aquire what it wants ebony scornful eyes scorched skin and scarlett burns smiling ruefully, knowing genuine lies lies to destroy adult idotism in turns twisted child of mine oh twisted frame of thought scorched hands and peeling skin playing with fire, your body will rot by playing with fire accepting the scarlett burns i saw you laughing at pain- you- are-a-liar. you hurt- i know you. child of twisted innocence ebony swirling iris eyes. selling that soul for a dollar and pence... the devil will

A warm glow a hand to hold smile, laughter, sparkling eyes A person a simple joy talkative, wise, respectful sighs A puppy a body of love bark,chew, licks on my nose A good home a simple building warm, strong, aroma of early morning Joes. A breathtaking moment a thrilling experience quick, shocking, wishing it lasted forever Happiness is ours make it, break it, forget it never Happiness molded to fit us present, future, past. the over ruler of all enjoy it while it lasts.