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I Wish I Wouldn'T

The sun is burning my eyes, my hands and my feet
Harsh light scorches the ground, setting it ablaze
The heat brings out the pests and flies.
I run from sliver of shade to sliver of shade,
 hoping for merely a minute of respite.
Praying that the clouds will bring relief and rain
Rain never comes day in and day out. 
Every sunrise rings more and more pain
I’m wishing that there will be relief from the heat,
But I have doubts
Rain never comes and the heat never ends.
I don’t want to burn.
It never stops.
The water never stops flowing,
During the dismal gray days,
Into the pitch-black nights,
With time, they only get damper and muggier
I hope and wish to see the suns’ rays
I want to feel the light and drying warmth of the sun.
I want to stand on solid ground that isn’t washed away,
My hands are numb from the flow constantly soaking them.
I continually fight to keep my head above the surface,
Rain never ends and drought never comes.
I don’t want to drown.
I can’t feel my feet,
I wish the ice could be melted but the sun is frozen
I long for heat to visit this land,
The cold is taking me captive
I want to feel a warm sun again.
An ice wind never ceases, never leaves
Bringing more snow and cold that bites
The endless wind taunts me with memories of warmth in the summer breezes
I can’t feel my hands.
I wish for just one spark, 
I pray for just a small flame,
Something to melt the frozen sun.
I don’t want to freeze.
Far away I see a glimmer of hope,
A dark rain-laden cloud in the distance
Could this day be the last of the drought?
Could it be? A break in the clouds?
Yes, a ray of sunshine in my soggy gray world
The flood’s time is over
The sun is rising on a frozen plain once more
But I hear it, hope is nearby,
The dripping of melting snow and ice
As my hope builds, it is also torn down.
The cloud is gone; 
The burning, ever burning sun has taken it.
I wish I wouldn’t burn.
But it isn’t so, the clouds have closed my only hope
They have destroyed my chance of standing on land 
The rain pours and floods evermore.
I wish I wouldn’t drown
It wasn’t so, I didn’t hear a true sound.
The dripping was my own heart,
With my ears wishing to hear melting ice so much.
I wish I wouldn’t freeze.
We wished and wished,
We tried and tried,
We survived as long as we could,
But
I burnt.
I drowned.
I froze.

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Madness

Splitting open the sky, lighting the night sky into short bursts of day.
The crash, the scream of pain, come barreling from the sky to thine ears, it will find its way.
Shedding tears, the sky, in its pain, its dance with death, sends life to the earth.
The sky is split with light once more, then returning to darkness the, the cry is heard once more.
Growling. No longer a cry of pain, but a sign of anger is heard as once again the sky of the night is turned to the day.
The flash once more.
The cry goes up, sharper and shorter than before, then the stillness of night consumes all once again.
Small strikes follow, but the cry's have faded to slight groans.
The tears have slowed their flow and now end completely.
A shudder and a final groan signal the end of the battle.
The strikes move on to destroy another sky with its reign of anger once more.

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I Hold You Dear

For years you watched my mother when she would go to sleep,
Now I may have to watch you sleep, something a child should never have to do.
You would give her courage when she feared, 
But not now, not today.

Today you sleep and you may not wake up again.
But there are ones who hold you dear, like my mother and I.
Please wake up, I will miss you so, if you don't.

Tonight the stars are so beautiful.
If you don't wake you may not get to see them again.
For I hold you so very dear, 
So please wake up.

Tomorrow the waves will be so beautiful,
If you don't wake, you may not get to see them crash upon the beach again.
For I hold you so very dear,
So please wake up.

Tonight the moon is smiling at you,
If you don't wake up you may not get to see its smile again.

Just as I may not see your smile,
So,
Please wake up.

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I Think

You can be anything that you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think gay is wrong.
I think abortion is evil.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.

You can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think gay is okay.
I think abortion can be a good thing.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.

You can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think I should use a firearm to defend myself.
I think weed should be legal.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.
I can speak the way you want me to speak.
I can think what you want me to think,
But if I want to be different
I must act like I agree to not be hurt.
I think-
No. 
I think-
No.
I think-
No.

It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white
Whether you agree with the left or the right.
You can be a social justice warrior
Or an anti-sjw, my point is this
Everyone is so busy pointing fingers and saying “you can do anything”
They forget that under their breath they are adding
“If it lines up with what I believe”
If you are for freedom, you should be for freedom for all
Not just those who agree with you
I Think...

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My Dear, My Love

My dear, my dear.
My love, My love.
Why do you fear?
The night is longer than I knew.
Stay, soon the sun will bring the day.
I must go, it continues to be dark.
It won’t forever be night.
I can’t see the stars.
Even so, you can be my light.
I will darken the day to night.
Wait, don’t let the world fill you with hate.
I have no defense.
My dear, my dear.
My love, my love.
You have nothing to fear.
There is nothing left.
Trust, never lose hope is a must.
Hope has been stolen away in the light.
It won’t always be this way
I am trapped in this darkness.
Soon there will be a better day
There will only be darker times
Look, a good ending will come as in your fairytale book
I see no happy ending in sight
My dear, my dear.
My love, my love.
There is no need for fear.
Only because of accepting the dark.
Do not invite the dark
It will make me stronger.
Continue to sing as a lark
I stopped long ago.
Hope, there will always be a way to cope
Hope left me when I was young
My dear, my dear.
My love, my love.
What is it you fear?
I fear nothing.
Do not try to show me lies
I show you wisdom in the dark.
Why do you think yourself wise
Dark has revealed what light was hiding.
Hush, you can’t keep hiding in the brush
I don’t need to hide, but you?
My dear, my dear.
You are not in the cover of darkness.
You are one I will never fear.
Then you can’t say you are wise.
You won’t listen as I say
I don’t need you now or ever.
You are becoming darker this way
I was always dark, you were blind
Why do you destroy all I can do is cry
You can do nothing anymore.
My dear, my dear.
My love, my love.
You are the dove,
Claiming wisdom and light,
You gave into me without any fight.
“My dear,” you call and think I fear.
But I am the crow,
Strong in the night,
Flying higher, Stronger, forever in flight.
While you give in to rest in the night.
You tried to be the light,
But I am the dark,
And I have broken all the world,
And with the world, I destroyed you,
And destroying you,
Destroyed me.

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What Do You See

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone who is scared?
Or do you see someone who is brave?
When you look at me do you see someone wild?
Or someone who is calm and behaves?
Do you see someone sad and crying?
Or do you see someone who is laughing and joyful?
What do you see?

When you look at me what do you see?
Someone confident and smart?
Or someone shy and wanting to part?
Do you see lies?
Or do you see the truth when you look at me?
When you see me do you see a quiet and hushed child?
Or do you see a loud and rushed child?
What do you see?

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see me as smart or dumb or somewhere in between?
Do you see someone too young or too old to be your friend because I’m only a teen?
Someone too skinny or too fat?
Someone ugly or someone beautiful?
Or am I just right?
If I am right then let me be me, for when you see me
Do you see what you want, or do you see who I am?
What do you see?

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Wandering

Can we wander without moving?
I’ve found the way and guide you to take a look.
As we’re wandering from the land we known
Wandering, hoping to find our freedom
we don’t know where we’ll find a home of our own.
Perhaps we will be led to a kingdom
Where the king is wise 
The queen is kind
But the jester lies
And the people are blind
So the kingdom falls to one inside.
And we try to find a land to call home
Maybe we will find a cave in which to abide
In which a bear has chosen to roam,
And she has cubs to mother
She has food to hunt
So the home we choose must be another
we may wander to the oceanfront.
Where a mermaid may be searching for a friend
But she wants us to come into the sea
But we can’t come to her home, it’d be the end
We must move on to let her be free.
As we wander from these lands
There are no allies in sight
There are warriors fighting other bands
But we must continue my flight.
On the journey we find
A sparkling winter wood
Where a wolf has sheltered from the wind
He shows us the den with his mate and brood.
Now an ally at our side 
we wander through the wood to hunt
As we leave the wood the world opens wide
The world leaves our energy spent.
friends find love
The only ally we found journeys onward
With her gone we travel to the mountains above
The path we follow leads to a kingdom conquered.
we’ve wandered far from a land called home
The journey means many things
All these days we’ve continued to roam
Aching legs make us wish for wings.
following many roaring brooks
Seeing many kingdoms fall
We’ve wandered through hidden nooks
We journey alone for most days of our all.
Only a few allies survive
Wandering through life
Everyone hopes to arrive
To journey to a land without strife,
A land where all are free
An empire to call their own
A world to journey from sea to sea
A place where we don’t have to be grown.
we’ve wandered through valleys
we’ve wandered over the mountains
Learned to hide loss with being happy
Seen the journeys of thousands.
Every day we journey away from the land called home
And every day wander back again
We learn as we roam
But as we arrive home, we complain
Because we don’t want to close the book.

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Eyes

What do the eyes say?
What can the eyes say?
Why do we speak through our eyes?
Eyes speak
When words fail,
When fear holds the tongue,
Eyes speak,
When you don't know how to say.
Eyes are powerful,
Projecting anger, fear, dismay, hatred. 
Projecting happiness, peace, relief, love.
So, what do eyes say, what can they say?
They say all the things we wish we could,
All the things we wish we would.
They speak of past joys, hopes, dreams.
They speak of past hurts, pains, disasters. 
They speak of future plans, dreams, and wonders yet to be seen.
But while they speak, they also listen,
They listen for the sadness of others, the longing,
The hidden desires of another's soul. 
Some are better at speaking
Some better than others at listening
Some hide things,
Like one speaks, at the same time they listen.
The language passes through one persons soul
Out of their eyes, going into the searching eyes of another.
The words pass into another's soul and tug at their heart.
So what do the eyes say?
The eyes say nothing 
And the eyes say
Everything.

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Known

Shout it out! Unmute yourself. Don’t stand in silence.
Make a stand. Tell them all. Make Him known,
Whisper it. Share with someone. Give him your reliance.
Drop your fears! Answer the call, you are not alone.

Give them the news. Reach to those you know.
Tell it to the poor, the rich. Tell the inbetween.
Make him known in the high and the low
Don’t be discouraged, don't let the world separate you and he unseen.

Give it to the powerful, give it to the weak,
Give it to the bold, give it to the shy,
Keep it close and send it far to those who seek.
Let it soar, send it to the ends of the earth, make it fly.

Don’t hold your tongue, tell it to all.
Let the ignorant know the news.
Spread the word! Do not stall.
Tell the Gentiles, Tell the Jews.

In the morning tell some, in the night tell the rest.
Whether you tell many or few.
Make him known to the worst or the best.
All are valued and wanted, he knows you.

Make the unknown, known.
Make the unseen, seen.
He can make the imperfect, perfect.
He will heal the unhealable.
Make his love and light
Known.

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Little Lie

Everyday I tell a harmless little lie
Because if I told the truth then I would be
Bombarded with questions of “Why?”
“Think of others who have hurts and pains” they say.
Just pray more, trust, and 
Don’t be stressed, depressed or a drain.
Cause if I don’t tell this harmless little lie others will tire.
Ignore that every lie adds more suffocation to an already dying fire.
The more I say it, the easier it is to keep up the mask
I’m building the walls and every brick is made
With this task in mind
Inside, it isn’t as bright as some people think
It’s darker and continuously approaching the brink
I don’t trust that I’m not faking it,
And I don’t want to whine
So I say this little lie everyday that
I’m Fine.