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Steve Hanson Poem
Working on the weather oh the hell on the side of this moon. I am only slightly screaming cause my dream girl is the nightmare of you. Growing up together now broken this tree and its branches still grow. Living and loosing life together its only in the hidden roots we still know. Paths in these embers I see a flame easily bought easily sold. Holding out to forever I see the one i love sold her soul. To her its just getting by but in my tears stained eyes I know. I will hate you forever the one who bit the bullet for a easier road. I will miss you forever cause if God only takes cheap tickets then your gold. Ide rather fight to the moon and back again for the ones my soul holds.
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To be there tonight where light meets your eyes and hold you through your fears seeing through visions your wrongs being turned right. If the door closed so strongly then let it open the same. Peering out at destiny this time does not have to be the same. You have seen on the feathers that there is a your reason why to pull back the curtain and reach for my light. You hold the key of life with quivering hand hiding behind wonder women's mask and shield struggling each day to stand but its kind hands here to help you get real. You do not have to earn this flight. I have been waiting and watching to offer you this rest inside. Your my jewel the emperor says as you are broken with fear there is no lovelier in the land. I see past your shadows i see past your walls there is no need to measure up princess you have always belonged. What of strength though she says there is a war to fight? In lovers arms is your rest and like a angel to this victory in these arms you will rise.
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Sarah sue Anja grace touching her hair touching her face. walking on the air in my great lakes fathers eyes of wonder spring through in cries of thunder. Swimming the rivers inside babe the rivers on high babe. Makes me wonder about the angels babe. Make me wonder about everything eh. Tossing n turning in shapes in ways out of this worlds escapades. Floating on rafts just us two tossing laughs. Saying lets go leave the crazy waves for fools to pass we got love on high to hold us at last. In each others smiles we dont need there selfish ways. If they can they will ruin every plan just to feel a ounce of what we have. Just to take sacred things and drink them in the glass. We gave the test they didnt pass. its not our ways to play those games. We came from greater places we hold tighter to higher things. There is no escaping the ivory towers of there rules babe. We tried but we just have each other and only in own care can we fly there. To places they cant burn a sunder. Im holding you while diving under it will be ok babe. In my eyes they cant touch us, all the more they kill the more we rise. Hope is not trying to escape we are just sailing by. In the arms of love you are my grace and pride babe. Daddies angel his only sacred one babe.
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she shakes violently at night skates through universes of nightmares quaking inside at the moths trying to put out her light. kicking out at all who show up to hold her hand but she can kick and scream all she wants im not here to play nice with the shadows that box at the soul. Im here to show her a way past these snakes strangling her name. You dont have to hold my hand im guiding yours to a safety your afraid is not real or that it will never really come full circle for you. Whispering songs and sending wavelengths of mirrored light. Im inviting you into the showers of the kingdoms you hold bound up inside. Im mirroring back your light and come what may im holding on tight. We will sail past this we will get past this night. You do have someone who knows you deep down that is by your side. Not like the others but no knight in shining armor either. A ship with torn sails but going the right way to the right light is were you are. I know your terrified but your in the safety of care in my arms. In my gaze you see glimpses of a home thats hard to believe is true just hold on I can show you. The inner kingdoms I hold up we will fly to in this deep im flying faster now just have a little faith and hold onto my wings. Im not as frail as I seem here inside I can show you many things. Ive been here awhile waiting to help you sing. Your true words and songs will be found holding onto me.
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my dancer in the flames you think your gone but your memories i retain. Lingering in my finger tips your sweet soul is still ever kissed awake and ok. Safe and Ok. I would still do anything to see you ok. We dreamed this nightmare together we can dance out of it the same. looking into me I still see the one i gave my all to. In my arms are safety in this dance is your regeneration of what you feel is a hopeless situation. Forgiveness in waterfalls of tears is all i have to my name. Regret i didnt fight the tormentors that came and got you with something more that i didnt keep on in some way i didnt see when i had nothing left I should have died before giving you away. I remember your smile and my friend i dont remember the terror, Its you I remember, My dear friend its you I remember. No pride in this dance just a dance of final flames seeking your soul to save, I feel your in danger and terror not far from your forever. I seek to stretch a pedal to you to remind you who you are. I pick you up even as withered and hopeless you think you are. Im still here for you. I still care about you. lies and all I dont care I still cry for you. Not for my loss but for you. Do those necromancers you call friends ever shed a tear for your pain? Look around you they are destroying you and when your gone they will celebrate a victory of evil insane. My friend it doesnt have to be that way. look again im still here holding out a hand in these flames.your not alone you just forgot the ones that know your true name, drank a poison that made you forget what it was like to see clearly and feel ok. when they rapped you they stole so much so fast you lost sight in the whirlwind. Im still here with you im still your angel just one word away. Take this dance before they take your life away. I was never your enemy its a illusion evil made. please take my hand sweetheart it will be ok.
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Hope is near not seeking a escape but turning in searching for a ultimate embrace. Of letting go while clasping the gates. We wait on love, pounding anthems etching they beautify us as were waking up our cries have not been mistakes. We are letting go to hold you so you know I was waiting by waking by your side on the south side of this life all this time. Your garden door I hold knocking forward I know the elixir you hold. I know the secrets you hold I know. This door I hold you know breathlessly waiting here we know. Running on the lights we hold a song of each others brights looking into the kiss we ran here not to miss. You hold secret desires waiting for you to get over your floor the flowers bloom and fade away but bloom again within here everyday is spring times begin. Kiss kiss this copper heads itch is golden holding up the light we are lives begin. We are begin again again.
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Hands entwined down the river of life we will glide, hand in hand singing sweet hallelujahs in the promise land. To be home from Babylon from places of tears having to feel we didn't belong so many years. It is more then a thrill peace in the garden these two hearts beating still. I may never know why it took a trail of tears to carry us here. Our glory road. The dreams of our hearts home.
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She whispers at lilies to go back on there track. She sees through Ghandis eyes she can remember being that. Her rose is a rose of breaking boxes apart to bloom in season through her tears she is watered about. She knows she is looking at a river a far off like the knats in winter setting off. She was made for more and she knows its not far off. she was made for heart and she knows its not far off. She is tired of playing her part she will decide to finally play her heart. See again were the birth of the sunflowers springs from your dreams dream again you were made for deeper things. Sing again your voice will change rivers. She is a strong ark she is my dream giver.
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I would do anything to walk you home to be your one protect your soul. I would do anything to see you fly in my skies to share hidden smiles. I would do anything to hold hold your hand to be your choice to be your man. I would face anything to stand with you cross any ocean if in the end it would lead to you. If I could i would pay any price for you to understand my soul sings your song in this land. These others are just life boats if you were to walk away so i wouldnt die seeing you sail away from were you belong. If you need a break from love please my dear don't take to long.
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our letters written from these hands on your palms see the garden of your soul take light. breath into my lips in these waves we are becoming the light. It is enough that we are enough to make it right. Four letters written on your soul reminding you real love owns your soul and this river wont move us but cleanse these angels life to fly to our home. Rock me darling rock this soul kiss me darling its in these silent places a mystery of us grows. read the letters sweet heart its etched in ours spirit and soul, its changing worlds, creating the gold. Hold this gaze cause these lights we know and no one else knows the paths we will go. life inside us she is singing our song a song that wont go back the mystery of Sarah the mystery of us and the river of life the coming of our rose of dance to this world. it will be a release to build bridges and quakes to change worlds. That were just two innocents prayers and dreams for so long. forged only by faith and choice we will see her promised dance and know our dreams gave breath and formed miracles of light to make life and give hope a chance. we will join and change this world with a dance. in the flight of our wings we will love like no others we will know oneness of many life times joining in one time to change time thank God its here the dance of the rose I see you and no words can speak what tears and joy can never express. Oh my love written in my eyes I see past the glass of you my dear and you precious dance. words written in the air capturing the broken kisses of innocents broken wings crying out for our last chance. Like God pressed on the brink will be our forever when you finally see me, only me.
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