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She Is Beautiful My Death

i hold her hand and still i die,
no words express as dead i lye,
only sleep may still this longing heart.
i softly speak a name i know,
with my heart truth to bestow,
tenderly words will speak, path to part.

there, in the distance, my love will travel.
parting down two empty paths that end in misery...

i hold out a pain that begins with the one i love,
silent as she speaks my name, her hair white as a dove.
no words i let out as she beckons me haste as time flys by.
closed eyes, burnt lips, i sleep in a longed for cry.

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Remembering a Love of Insperation

mind is weak,
with the faint feel of laughter.
careful with the antique, i call my soul
caresses no longer feel pleasent,
the roses no longer smell sweet.
and for you my dear i will repeat:
laughter passes the time,
the memories i have made with you.
coffee helps the ryhme,
fatal dreams collapse in fallin dew.
and in all my pain i have forgotten face.
your face and my place.
in this demented world of loney.
maybe i'd love again, if only...
mind is melted 
with an odd sense of anger,
careful with the fancy, i call my spirit
caresses encase the feeling of pleasent,
the rose is the rose to my love,
and you have picked at it too long.

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Suddeness

there is something in thunder that comforts,
and no one knows why.
the sudden urge to run nude through the forest,
not understanding the need to cry.
nature calls out in agony,
my soul aches knowing your not here with me.
then agian there is something,
and in the something i cant explain...
but, oh how my heart burns in pain.
yet everything is fine as agian i hear,
quite rain dew gather and the sound of earths beating heart near.

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Man of No Face

he comes to me,
in the night, in my sleep.
no death i wonder, through which portal came,
he comes to me.

and there i see,
in the truth  , the light.
no prayer unturned, through third eye became,
and there i see.

in the night , in my sleep, death may wonder through the dark,
in the light, in the deep, breath of day through out my heart,

the love of lost, the love of deep and still i sleep, i sleep, i sleep...

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Colors

intoxicated in nature,
intranced by the colors of summer as she beacons...
blues, reds green....
running through grass chasing my worries away in the green...
intoxicated by the words,
inveloped in the wisdom and soaking it all in...
whites, browns green...
as seeing through your eyes into knowledge of green...
pages turning about a new way of life,
intoxicated....
in sounds, words, love for communication of intellegence...
intoxicated by life.

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Spirit Search

wondering down a forgotten path,
words seeming empty to soul,
having forgotten gods wrath,
i turn away from things unimportant.
this being my epifiny, my turning point, my misery,
for no one loves a selfish rebel.
pondering drenched in many fears,
pain seeming intorable at last,
having forgotten the feeling of tears,
i turn back to childish imagination.
this being my epifiny, my turning point, my misery,
for no one loves a selfish fool.
wondering, pondering, searching for truth,
when at first i should have looked in the mirror.