You…
Are a star shining bright
I am earth, forever bound
to gaze upon your light
And I have seen your soul
In all my dreams
Pure as the snow
on moonlit beams
And I have loved you…
All of time
Knowing always,
you were never mine…
For I am the wind,
the rain and ocean tides
And you- you are the
golden dawn of sunrise
Still, I whisper
your name into the night
and make a wish for you,
my star, my light
Hey, Mister Mason
what’s that you’re building?
Do you think that it’s sturdy
and not destined to fall?
Finger to your lips
shh, it’s a secret
Once out in the open
the truth will be revealed
Black and white pieces
hold your positions
Checker the floorboard
as we settle all scores
Oaths that were taken
were given in shadow
Now run to your corners
the Light has come on
Hey, there, King-Maker
your puppets are tattered
Hey, Wizard of Darkness
your reign is dismissed
Dawn of the New Day
ain’t what you thought, eh?
The Phoenix is rising
as we leave you below
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Dr. Samuel Johnson once said,
Language is the dress
of thought.
I wonder what would
happen if our innermost
thoughts were to dress
us, how many of us would
be dressed in rabble, rags,
and how many of us would
be as fine-pressed as we
would like to be. Would
those who do not think much be arrested, indecent?
What if our words and slurs
decorated us outwardly?
Would minds and mouths
adorn us regally or reveal
wounds and unraveling?
I sat alone in the dark,
drinking coffee,
nursing old wounds and new.
I thought of the way things used to be-
when I had you.
When I had you, the sun shone brightly,
my head was in a swoon,
when I held you tightly.
We sang the same tune,
and I thought you’d hung the moon.
Now I’m alone in the dark,
as I sit and croon.
I used to be happy as a lark
But, I still think you
hung the moon.
my broken heart
lays on the ground
lonely without you
not knowing what to do
empty of hope- life- love
everything worthwhile
i look through pictures of
when we were together
all the good times
all the love
everything that was me and you
that had any meaning
i miss you
i love you
i guess i’ll have to get over you
not my first choice
but the only one i’m left with
end of the affair
old blossoms
for sale
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Poolside glamour
glowing in the moonlight-
A beachside breeze,
on a tropical island.