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William A Russell Poem
A feeling from nowhere kindles
The flame
I step into darkness
Caressing the pain
Embracing emptiness
Flirting with death
A fight between anger and sadness
Into the darkness
Nowhere left to leave
So I long to bleed
A crimson Red
The lonely dead
forever seek the warmth
But cold inside
forever rides
Pale a winters horse
Pray release My heavens
Yet bound by earthen bones
Always there are the shadows
Alone….alone…..alone……..
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Our Country Tis of thee, sweet land of Liberty,
That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land.
For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain..
Their blood is among the plains.
Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands,
One nation In need of God…
These United States Of America.
Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave in the hearts and mind’s
Of those who love it more than life.
For some it is their only gift
The greatest gift of all.
From Sea to shining sea ,
They’ve come and they’ve gone.
Some nameless, some known,
We all die,,
But some never come home
The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free.
W.A.R
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At chases end the day fades,
And the colors of the Sky are gone.
Replaced with cool wisps of grey
that gather all of the light
And hide it in one corner of the sky
The wind is its helper
Beckoning each cloud to return to
it’s home,
and leave the lust of a pink horizon
And affairs of cool white sand.
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I can see the dawn,
southern shades of blue
Trees and birds begin to stir
She lays asleep
I can see your face
Southern shades of blue
Turning to me
You awaken slowly
Suspended between thoughts
And dreams
A land where I know you
I can see a star
Your light in my darkness
Southern shades of you
A found lost land of love
The place where I hold you....
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I feel the Anger of the world
So many souls boiling black with hate
Awaiting for the stars to scream WAR
One last time
I see the rage of a nation unleashed
In the streets
Preying on one another
Humanity a spiders thread
Behold the gates of HELL hath opened
Black wings blossom and gather
They are legion
I am not afraid
The time for Valor has not passed
If suffering is the way to the kingdom
I offer my pain and live it
Or if a bounty of blood must be paid
I open My veins and give it.
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Lo doth the grapes drip from my lips
and stain my mouth like royalty
Awake in the darkness
Learning the truth of the vines
Hearing the whispers of weeds
Saturated with the knowledge of life
Enlightened by the promise of death
Moved by Miles
Seduced by the highway
A golden horn of broken yellow
Played softly to a beast
The gentle hum of change
outside your window
A warm feeling of home
inside a glass
An oasis of my mind.
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I watch these Souls as they wander
You can see the ones that are lost
Their village of stone has no feeling
Cold as the night it lives under
Oppurtunities are few and farfetched
For those who know not their way
Wanting only to make it easier
And great is the price that they pay
These streets are filled with Dreamers
Some fall and some grow wings
While others sway
In the lime light decay
Of a brokenhearted being..
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Far Away…..the stars that know my name
And lie with me on a pillow dream blanket of sleep
While glimpsing thoughts jump across
On misty morning memories
To visit the keeper of my Dreams
And ask her,, but why she lingers…………………
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Once upon a sadness,
The darkness came to play
And the children of the blood
Danced the razorblade ballet
An orchestra of the lost
Played songs on the night
While the winds of misery
Carried the pale tunes through
Lonely skies
And upon vunerable ears this
Lullabye of hurt did fall
As steel and flesh unite
Ancient practice
Spill the drops
Purge the blackness
Scars are mine, pain divine
When lights balance holds not the sway
Only dancers know the price
My razorblade ballet.
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Deep blue curls
To give me rise into motion
Spiritually I glide
on a frozen moment in time
Atop the power beneath me
Softly I walk across her face
With cold white hair all around me
She sings a song of the universe
While we dance only briefly
Never to meet again
Less I paddle out to find her.
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