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Braising sun stagnate, scaring blistering air, sand cutting strafing, more will I mention, elements raising, wedge freely created, by those who do not care.
Floods freely forging, water crushing scare, wave weaving pressing, life lightly wasted, warnings for all to beware.
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Rose, Oh, Rose, of the desert. long and dry were the day's that you were gone. The sky ever pressing, dry the taste, air tormenting the soul, during your search. Ah, yet the dream of your return, grasped my longing desires, to see you once again. Past should turn present, with the lights of a summer night, cool the touch, when the heat we cannot bear, healing soul, your presence, one so rare. So Rose of the desert, return to us again, bring the scent filled swelling, burst in colors desire, grasp our long awaiting, Rose, it is you we require. Peaceful wanting, patient waiting, continue we will, for your appearance is worth, the awaited return, of your given gift, wait we will.
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Sky bent, whispering thrust, loud with bending, the fending friend, Thankful I am, Your reaching arm, staving the blowing barn.
Oh see, the debris flying freely, the smack, then the thrust, damage frothing, day growing dark.
Fear, seconds growing, mind seeking slowly, reaching what can come, lash of the internal whip, rising slowly. Not nearly done.
Wrath, of natures near, scream to awake, the reverence of the stake.
Reminder, of mother earths sphere, the slap of abuse, to shuttle us awake, push of elements, stormy fate, brutal quiver, till we awake.
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Man standing tall
Enter the world, where the greedy, would dominate, the knowledgeable of nothing, strongest of all. Fear used tool, granted nation mood, the liar stands above, says nothing, spite the Jubal, Coward standing tall.
Oh, the weakening enemy, the thief of air, cannot tolerate, the risk of sharing, saving the earth, seeing the weary, rotting of morals, mankind’s ending, themes not existing, remember the coward stands tall.
Rave the loud lying, fret the risk of truth, see the leader of nothing, laugh with his evil mood, you the acting blinding, Gods name raised wrong, power the raising, nations death the risk accepted, gone with the man standing tall.
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Will enough ever be that?Or will we continue to let those who have, dominate, dictate, what we will never have? No a wonder, when stated, lie the created, believed truth. For the majority? the official coup. Must i wonder, Search the frail earth. Seeking harmony, least the never stated truth. My not existing, just one of other, limited raving mind. Enough, gone under, stealing the open dishonesty, taking from another, strength spat in the eye.
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Sweet Thin, Swelling Lust
Honey tasting, Sweet thin, Swelling Lust, Never enough! The ever giving, Wanted and thrilling, Waves of overwhelming, heated need. This my intensity, wasted on nothing, memory will always heed.
Still the past, Make it the presence, Travel with me, Years be gone, We the future, Time stand by, Only the memory, Lasting forever more, Will show that we, The existing, Are, the truly freed.
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The Call of the Lonely Banshees
Call of the lonely wallow, Call for the desperate, called men. Hear the hording song, collecting the wanting, Male wonder. the frightening tone.
Come and gather to the deprived soul, Follow the screech given in the air. Fall into the Banshees deadly snare. Pray then Beware.
Free yourselves from the frivolous cry, Or find yourself, attached to the disastrous tide. Life for her pretending, awakening, Fallow the wicked word. To her given, carnal hide.
Beauty on the surface, not the formal way. Oh the Banshee knows the way to your decay.
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When summer rain, tackles the sun. Blinding the willing, and then again none. Directive span, stretching in the sand. From whom, will we demand, this lacking warmth. you may say, I have gone daft. that you may be right. Locked in this mental, waking frustration. what am I to do? sit and view the blond fool, who offers nothing but lies, for the willing. those who choose the reed, stretching to no where. only the fragile greed, of peace bought with the lives, gone then past, this i will not tolerate, this lying path. Now the rain is more tempting, drops big, hitting hard. these i can tolerate, pain no longer the choice, wet is better then knowing, that the blond mongrel has no regard.
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Moonlight
Mild sweet swelling dew. Radiant brow, renewed. Weave me a tone of haste, silence we will not waste. Gather my heart spent tone, caress my wavy crown.
Thine, I am yours, spiritual hand, moonlight mother, sing the sooth, yours the giving, the longing mood. Say the word, demand the dwelling, yours the natural rising. Temperament quelling.
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sand woman
Ball bouncing borough, white water wave, kernel sailing with the wind, Beach filled day can begin. The sights of radiant play, glowing against the sun beaming ray. The Art of gaming glare, she arrived with her flair. Ah, the sight of lady tanning tall, from that moment on, I became her willing thrall.
Stare was my only soul saving luster, Acceptance from the distance, my applied muster. Distant waves striking at my back, screaming children I did not lack. These the worth of what I had seen, sand woman, my new and wanting being.
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