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A motley screw of miscreants
a screaming cat parade
who refuse to live in any home
when games yet to be played.
Slinky shoulders, smirking felines
Gents upon their beats.
The alley throbs a violent red
as traitors made to bleed.
These cats are made to live in streets.
Their bravery's unmatched
they live by tooth and smoking gun.
Their thanks, a tip of hat.
They think and breathe, all drunk on jazz
and games of cards, in fact
they love this life, this game of chance
where they die by honest claw
and hate to expire in a lap.
a screaming cat parade
who refuse to live in any home
when games yet to be played.
Slinky shoulders, smirking felines
Gents upon their beats.
The alley throbs a violent red
as traitors made to bleed.
These cats are made to live in streets.
Their bravery's unmatched
they live by tooth and smoking gun.
Their thanks, a tip of hat.
They think and breathe, all drunk on jazz
and games of cards, in fact
they love this life, this game of chance
where they die by honest claw
and hate to expire in a lap.
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Roses
Wherever True Love's Embrace may Be. Whatever two souls wrap their arms, around each other like a beautiful rose. Isn't that a beautiful sight to see? May we all show sympathy, for the young and the weak? But some people are too meek, to see what love is. It's right in front of them! You just have to know where. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever if you grow stronger, or you just wither away in the darkness. Love is shrouded with mystery, whether your backstabbed or loved. For the far and the close, scatter kind, and empathetic words. Roses are red which also means trust. Roses mean everlasting love, And everlasting peace. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever your meek or afraid of. Don't be afraid, you are special. A special heart but with quiet lips. Love like there is no tomorrow. With its measures of joy or sorrow. It takes strength to step up, and it takes courage to be soft. Always, and always remember, It takes courage to surrender to love.
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waver
dance with me in this breeze scented with warm sunset cinnamon; let it play with your sweet baby hairs and loose little tears and tiny little worries until the dying light seeps into your soul and you transform now a half-wavering creature made of twilight and faerydust shimmer me, my darling! I want to be your rainbow sherbet girl: the moon dirt to your faerydust, the dusky grey dawn to your burning embers almost-night-light, the sharp newborn starlight to your heavy-bloody-deathless light catch my scent of cedar and citrus on the rain-speckled wind and follow me, humming-skylark-songbird lover of mine let’s waver together amongst the trees and remind the deciduous ones why pines rule them all when your lovely-sweet-sharp scent surrounds me with a crisp kind of warmth, all I can think of is h o m e
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peering into another uneventful evening, the soft sunbeam falling gracefully within my field of vision; balming the paleness of my soul, nyctinastic plants ready to tuck themselves in for bedtime, I’m grooving with all my senses, letting selection occur naturally, my heart slowly immersed into bucolic state, a ting of euphoric kissed my eardrum gently - in a perfect sync with the whole of nature, for a moment existing is full of meaning, but I shan’t cling nor dwell on it; to let it be, I let it go, for each moment renews itself; for the purpose is concealed upon revealed, how can I compare the content when the context is ever changing, only metaphorically, O cosmic mystery, let’s flow placidly, this eternal stream - I’m dreaming reality.
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