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For Claire

Your beauty beams with patent rage
Undiminished and unharmed with age
Like the primrose of the spring 
You are the jewel that sunshine brings

Your kindness is without compare
Unprejudiced and unimpaired 
Like the music of a hymn 
You are the song that angels sing

Your joy inspires the world to smile
And makes the trials of day worthwhile
Like the rain upon the leaves
You are the water all life needs

Your compassion is unlimited
The purest and most noble gift
Like heroes in the books I read
You are the person I want to be

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Hellhounds

The candles burn their prayers to the heavens 
from the cold walls of the house of God
The rain pounds at the earth beyond 
and someone runs upon the mud

His rosary swings 
in his desperate hands
His prayers are earnest
He mutters fast

"Listen to me, Lord, and answer me,
for I am helpless and weak.
Save me from death, because I am loyal to you;
save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you-”

His feet lose their grip 
on the sodden ground
Dread thumps at his heart
the prayer dies in his mouth

He gasps in his panic 
as the monsters gain
He gets up from the floor 
and cries out in pain

Teeth in his flesh
His Achilles heel
They tear at the muscle
His final appeal

“Help me"! He screams 
as they tear at the meat
He kicks at their jaws 
and he is back on his feet

The candles flicker 
as the doors swing wide
They slam to a close 
and he runs inside

Up to the alter 
he falls to his knees
The growls grow louder
“Lord, Help me, please”!

The hounds are trapped 
yonder bless’d stone
but they howl at the door 
for the man they are owed

He raises his arms 
His ultimate plea
up to his saviour
with blood on his sleeves

“Be merciful!
Please, they are coming for me!
Forgive me, my Father,
That I wanted to leave”.

His face is pale with the shine of death
He begs his Father to forgive his sin
His veins are torn
His soul bereft
“Lord, please forgive me, don’t let them in”.

The candles go out
With one gust of wind
The doors slowly open 
and the hellhounds come in.

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The Shadows In the Fire

My unsteady gaze falls across an old room
Where gentle shadows frolic in the light of the fire.
They invite me to play and I smile at the fumes
But I shake as I rise, and fall when I tire.

I look to my body to know why I fell
To find I'm an infant
In terror, I yell!

But the yell doesn't sound,
Its a shattering bawl.
The shadows start laughing
And point from the wall.

My sister runs in,
An infant as well,
She tenderly chuckles
At the fact that I fell.

She touches my face,
And kisses my knee,
She turns to the fire 
and lights up with glee.

The shadows are dancing,
They wave her to near.
I try to scream no
But my sister can't hear.

She prances after the shadows,
To the fiery glows.
She climbs into the furnace
And the door starts to close.

She turns back in panic,
But is trapped in the flames.
She tries for the handle
And screeches with pain.

I want to stand up
And open the door
But my body falls down
And the shadows laugh more.

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Winters Gone

Oh, enchanted winters gone,
Do you still sing that merry song?

Of frosted gentleman built with care
and magic buzzing in the air.

The angels living in the snow,
That hid the world beneath its glow.

The nights that crept upon the day,
So city lights would blow away.

I hold that wonder lovingly; 
Residing in my memory.

Though sadness sometimes pricks my chest
For time never ceases passing,
I remember you, my fondest days,
And find that I am laughing.

Oh, enchanted winters gone,
I can still hear your merry song.

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Magic Beans

Oh, where to plant my magic beans,
And bring to life my darkest dreams?

Is it in you, half measured glass,
On the bar that I might pass?

Will she notice you are laced,
And on her tongue that bitter taste?

Will she panic when her mind goes black,
Her vision blurs, her muscles slack?

Will she know when I creep in?
I doubt she will know anything.

The crowd moves too fast to focus
That face distorts into a haze
A lingering sensation
The fear I feel at his embrace

My body is too heavy
My skin, it feels too thick
My head spins like a Catherine wheel
And makes me very sick 

Oh, how to thank my magic beans
For permitting me these dirty things.

What will I do when I get home?
For the first time I am not alone.

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When I Am Gone From Here

Lord, when I am gone from here,
Will your seraphs take me in?
Will I see my departed once again,
As the wing'd spirits sing?

Lord, when the clock of life does stop,
What will become of me?
Will I become an angel,
Like my belov'd family?

Lord, though my faith should conquer fear,
It is a battle fought and lost,
For what mystery is there to find,
When finally I cross?

I have heard that there are gates of gold,
Inextinguishable light,
Impenetrable peace,
That will lay to rest our fright.

I have heard that cherubs play on clouds,
That their sweet voices ease our woes.
And, looking down upon the earth,
We can watch our cherished grow.

Lord, when I am gone from here,
Will your seraphs take me in?
Will the wing'd spirits sing to me?
Is there even such a thing?

Lord, when the clock of life does stop,
What will become of me?
Will I become an angel,
Or is nothing all I'll be?

Lord, when I am gone from here,
And the people I love stay,
Please, let me take my memories,
Even though I am gone away.

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Daffodils

Oh, brilliant sun, do not burn too hot
The ice may have thawed 
But be temperate.

The daffodils soared from the ashes of snow
But the coming of summer is how they will go.

Oh, brilliant sun, do not burn too hot
Diminish the cold,
But the daffodils not.

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Home

Oh, notion of home, when did you leave me?
I distantly bethink the comfort of your refuge,
Though, wonder; was I ever free?
Was I ever yours to rescue?

Great plains of the world are you not all mine?
Is it not the will of God that we explore?
To flourish, to enjoy, the world that He has given,
If not for this, what for?

What beauties shall I never see,
If I do not live without confinement?
Oh, notion of home, you temptress!
I shall not yield to your enticement!

I am no more a child,
Such childish thoughts are these.
A home is not made of brick, or wood, 
Or denied without the key.

It is to accept the world;
Every strand and every stone.
It is to accept who you are,
That is our home.

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I Met a Demon

I met a demon yesterday
He asked me for my name
I knew I should not answer him
But I told him anyway

I talked with a demon yesterday
He asked if we could play
I knew I should not play with him
But I laughed and said “okay” 

I played with a demon yesterday
he asked me to undress
I knew that I should not comply
but, smiling, I said “yes”

I was touched by a demon yesterday 
he asked me not to fight it
I knew that it was much too fast
but, secretly, I liked it

I woke up in a demon’s bed
but the demon was not there
I found a note on the windowsill
"thanks for that, take care"

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Talk With Me

Talk with me, 
I do not know you, but let us talk. 
Come walk for a while so I can know us better. 

I wish I could hold me in my hands,
And give me to you so that you could know me. 
I wish I could see inside me, 
and recite to you what I am. 

Talk with me, 
I do not know me, but let us talk. 
Come walk for a while so I can know us better. 

I just want someone to know me.