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Adventures In Neverland

The reasoning has befallen, on a rock she now prays Dark cobalt blue tides, like counters, our end of days Wildlife in sporadic, escaping to not Whilst a sky filled abyss, shall stop the clock Angelic she sits, in wonderment of her see Knowing what lies ahead, adventures in neverland will be Our past has finally caught, in we, we under-find Neighbours have become our enemies, no friends of mine We now await the others, the omega point we await Staring at the glass half, to freedoms departure gate In-trepidation walk, knowing that our steps Like footsteps in the sands, eternally are reft Continually we look back, to a place we know we were The memories of all off us now instantly a blur As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes Me a man amongst what's left, in tear laden cry Threnody now holds us, elevates our screams As we watch the children talk, other-worlds they now dream Hyper-drive is called, forced back as we sit Amidst forests of hands and teeth, are humans in acquit Continually we look back, to a place we know we were The memories of all off us now instantly a blur As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes We face adventures in neverland, what's left of us we try <(*V*)>

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Date: 9/9/2014 5:40:00 PM
a standing ovation. i think there are not enough in here because not all the poets would be in your ballpark. you are like the William Faulkner of poetry you don't write Harry Potter. I love your writing.
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James Fraser
Date: 9/13/2014 1:03:00 PM
It's all about an Album cover Maurice. When I see an image, I see something different than what the original image was about. If I see white, I see black, but I like what my mind creates. But I do have to thank you so much for your kind comments, it's deeply appreciated, James - ones poetry friend :)

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