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~I am in the light, the shadows are intriguing, should i step towards them?
~Step into the dark, i am lost and afraid now, someone please save me.
~I remember it, the soft white wings that held me, Ive found them again!
~I see someone there, in the dark where i once was, i must help them see...
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On a secluded hillside,
The wildflowers bloom,
A special garden tucked away,
Basking in the sweetness of life.
In the center blossoms a strange flower,
The only rose among the field,
Deep red and smelling so good,
Different than all the others.
Storm clouds come and go,
Bright sunlight reappears,
And fire sprouts from the soil below,
The rose is completely engulfed.
The caressing flames subside,
But the flower still stands,
Now more magnificent than ever,
Seeming to burn from within.
Glistening like a million rubies,
Petals like silk to the touch,
Here grows the gift of perfection,
All who see its beauty are breathless,
But humans wish to perfect perfection...
A match is lit to again set fire to the rose,
The flames turn into an inferno,
Reaching astounding pure white light.
When the fire recedes a second time,
The perfect rose quivers.. and falls to ash,
Perfection cant survive in this world,
With us destroying the things we have been given,
Hoping to perfect perfection...
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~Very cold waters, i had jumped right into them, stole my breath away.
~I can be frail, my will keeps me standing up, i will not give in.
~Out of the waters, the warm breeze takes hold of me, drives the chill away.
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A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then
looking back, the sun shining behind the clouds, and a bright eyed child, so curious, but
hesitating just behind its mothers skirts.
In another place, another time, tomorrow is the here and now. but in the here and
now, tomorrow never comes and we seem to live in the past. Through the metaphor,
through this opening curtain, trots a skittish wolf with its ears laid back, as light as the
mist around it. Stalking silently through the low brush, as i'm walking past these
speeding cars on this empty street. The glittering sun breaks free from the clouds
grasp. its a golden meadow in the city of backwards trees.
Finding my way to a smooth pond, gazing into the glass surface where the raindrops
fall up. Hearing everything when nothing is making noise, looking up at the invisible
people, smiling, and looking down once again. Hiding behind a different sort of skirt
now, not a child anymore. And as the rain petals fall up, distorting the ponds surface,
the mist wolf stands beside me as we stare into the water, and our reflections slowly
disappear. Gone, along with the invisible people...
None of us were ever really there to begin with.
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House of mirrors, movement all around, with these long halls casting shadows on the
floor. Burning lanterns flicker and whisper an unknown language. Doors leading down
abandoned staircases, coated with dust ans inhabited by spiders. The creaking and
snapping of the walls leaning in, echoes all around. Little child's footprints alongside
claw marks in the dust, where mine soon join them. Me, myself and I. all together in one
place. Together... yet separate. We come here when things change, (as all things do)...
when one door closes and we must find a new path to follow. Me, myself and I, in three
forms, in one mind. The child called "me" asks "why?", she sings of the linnet birds
freedom and says rules are just to set us back. Myself, being who i am today, laughs for
no reason, and stares at the clouds for answers. and "I", the wolf in me, sits on its
throne of bones, with bright, calm eyes shining with unspoken wisdom.
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Chilled paws on the ground,
Ears held upright to the wind,
The he-wolf on her right flank,
He is good support,
The one who runs with her now,
She didn't want him at first,
This has proven him,
She tried to chase him away,
But he slunk right after her,
She has grown fonder,
He is welcomed company,
A warm flank to lay beside,
Feeling his warm breath,
The security and peace,
Hearing his paws beside hers,
Chilled paws on the ground.
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Falling falling falling fast,
Spiraling out of the past,
Spinning around in the rain,
Washing away all old pain.
White feathers in the sky,
All these feelings flashing by.
Stealthy glances,
Blushing cheeks,
Weaving about our techniques.
Changing paths,
Switching seats,
Hushing hushing loud heartbeats.
A door to the left,
And a door to the right,
Jumping out the window,
We decide to take flight.
But then, we fall,
Just as leaves do.
And its true, so true,
You cant deny some laws.
But as we land,
We take off on wolf paws.
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her heart is an open book,
pages torn and frayed,
tossed round so carelessly,
beaten up and played.
If a bandage could cure the hurt,
if actions didn't sting,
those pages might not fade away,
her heart just might take wing.
Nobody said you cant get up,
once you've been pushed to the ground,
no one said that hope wont guide you,
and help your trust be found.
she found resilience in her weakness,
now she can be strong,
she may seem frail and quiet,
but she will show you that your wrong.
Simply walking away from them,
and refusing to glance back,
passes the test of will that she has,
self control she does not lack.
With a grin on her face,
and the wind in her hair,
her heart is an open book,
so be nice to it, be fair.
Some days are harder than others,
being shoved to the ground,
but she still has light in her eyes,
and refuses to stay down.
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its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
I remember that feeling...
being backed up to the wall.
The road your on,
will split in half,
you know in your heart,
there is only one path.
One is white,
the other, shades of gray,
and the one that is better,
is lit plain as day.
Yet you stop in your tracks,
confusion grips your heart,
your pulled to the gray...
and your life falls apart.
These gray paths you see,
all lead to one place,
if you say on them till the end,
you'll look death in the face.
But its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
the little white path,
leads to Heaven and All.
Just give Him your love,
He always had your back,
that's all that it takes,
to get back on track.
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Dancing to the music,
The music in the night,
Find it where its hiding,
It's the music of your life.
I'ts in the way you move,
It reflects who you are,
Listen very hard,
For the music that's not there.
To the beat of our breath,
To the rhyme of our hearts,
Flowing in the sky,
And reaching for the stars.
A howl in the night,
Soft paws across the ground,
Singing with the moon,
Standing tall and proud.
This is my music,
The music is everywhere,
It shows who you really are,
And flows through the air.
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