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Another treacherous hour
ticks the heavenly, caged.
Between Life and Death
and the Rich and Beseiged
Inside the Outside lies one of two worlds
One of the men
and one of the girls.
One earth of curses,
the other a plus.
'Twix men who ride horses
and who walk in the dust.
They'll never rest
the in-betweens,
Beyonds-the-Gates,
The-Lies-Unseen
There will always be more
Inside-the-Outside
and Upside-Down
an Far-and-Wides
For those that go looking
are not those that go seeking
Because you must look
to find the In-Betweens
ticks the heavenly, caged.
Between Life and Death
and the Rich and Beseiged
Inside the Outside lies one of two worlds
One of the men
and one of the girls.
One earth of curses,
the other a plus.
'Twix men who ride horses
and who walk in the dust.
They'll never rest
the in-betweens,
Beyonds-the-Gates,
The-Lies-Unseen
There will always be more
Inside-the-Outside
and Upside-Down
an Far-and-Wides
For those that go looking
are not those that go seeking
Because you must look
to find the In-Betweens
Literature
Descent into Madness
It has returned In the dark silence I sense its presence Watching me Stalking me Mocking me Just like before Lurching in the stillness Hiding behind every turn Staring menacingly It crawls near me whispering of invisible worlds “You’ve ignored me for too long,” its raspy voice exclaims. “I frightened you when you were young so, you simply pretended I wasn’t there For all these many lonely years. I was always near" "Now you’re old and you can ignore me no more” The fear crawls inside me but it no longer trouble’s me I feel myself shattering into a million pieces but becoming a part of a million more I sense comfort and strange familiarity of a forgotten home Slithering softly by my window-seal searching for a crack to float through Its mist mingles and lingers with the steam of my morning coffee There's something inside of us that we're all trying to destroy An apparition, phantom presence that we're trying desperately to ignore It mockingly stares back at me from the
Literature
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.
Literature
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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