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Light Divine

Call me Freedom,
For that is my name,
Untamable, wild, 
Not bound by walls or bars

Call me Solitude,
For that is my name,
Quiet, serene,
Comfortable in myself and me

Call me Friend,
For that is my name,
Loyal, trusting,
A shoulder for you to cry on

Call me Scholar,
For that is my name,
Studious, hard working,
Trying to reach the stars

Call me Daughter,
For that is my name,
Respectful, responsible,
You don't have to tell me twice

Call me Philosopher,
For that is my name,
Free-thinking, nonconformist
I reside outside the box

Call me Damaged,
For that is my name,
Broken, beaten,
But I still walk on my own two feet

Call me Artist,
For that is my name,
Creative, unique,
A blank paper is all I need

Call me Child,
For that is my name,
Young, inexperienced,
The world a dangerous place

Call me Warrior,
For that is my name,
Strong, unrelenting,
Limits are no match for my will

Call me Anything,
Call me Everything,
I am Light Divine

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Stumbled

I'm begging you with every inch of my sanity,
The sky is painted by the lights in your eyes tonight,
I tremble in frustration, as I will myself not to kiss you,
And for the first time I donêt want to win this fight,
Let me surrender, captured by your love,
Let me fall into sweet solace as I pretend I'm all right,
Off-guard and out of hand, you caught me where I stand,
Eye-opening, soul-wrenching passion I thought Iêd never know,
I was battered and broken, tattered and torn,
Damaged beyond repair and yet there you were,
Willing to be the one to pick me up, healing more than skin will show,
But fear fills my heart as I feel myself falling deeper,
Into a situation where vulnerable is all I could be,
I see myself losing strength, lost in your arms reality disappears,
I can't help but imagine I'm dreaming, 
Such happiness has never found me before,
Through the haze of heat and kisses this feeling distorts my logic,
I know I should be guarded, protecting that which matters most,
But I hunger for you to figure me out and unravel my secrets,
And I thirst for you to throw your feelings on me, never holding back,
Despite my better judgment I can't help but be beaten,
Lost in a whirlwind of lust and love it's hard to tell what's real,
You stop me spinning and point the way and lead me to salvation,
You fill my lungs with breath so sweet and leave me feeling healed,
And so I'm begging you with every inch of my sanity,
Hold me close and tight; 
I've tripped on that kiss,
And stumbled into Love tonight.

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The Morrigan

Ancient goddess, greatly feared
Maiden, Mother, and Crone all adhered
Independence, strength and fertility near
The Morrigan, The Morrigan

Through the dark and fog she treads
To the misty river's edge
To wash the clothes and the threads
Of those, not yet, but destined dead
The Morrigan, The Morrigan

With piercing fiery-angered cries
Over the battlefields she flies
Gathering skulls and hoisting them high
The Morrigan, The Morrigan

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Snowbells

The Snowflakes 
	Are falling
Sprinkling
	And tinkling
The Snowflakes resonate a bell-like sound


They’re Snowbells 
	And they’re falling
Can you hear their voices calling?
As they start drifting
		Start sifting through the air


The Snowflakes
	Are jingling
Ringing
	And singing
The Snowflakes have a song all their own


They’re Snowbells
	And they’re swinging
Through the air they’re winging
On their frozen journey
		Flying in the night

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Death and Sirens

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's tragically perfect and everyone could tell.
She'd dance with a Hatred, mistaken for Passion
With smiles like Car Crashes, who would ever know?
She's fatally beautiful in every single way,
Fatally beautiful, but toxic to the touch,
But the face of Beauty is only skin deep,
And her beauty is only as deep as her deepest cut.

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's the stars in the sky and everyone could tell,
She'd love with a Fury, mistaken for Devotion
With smiles like Fireworks, who would ever know?
She's gracefully innocent in every single way,
Gracefully innocent, but a master of Illusion,
But the grace of Innocence is only short lived,
And her innocence is the only gift she can give

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's heartbrokenly cynical and nobody could tell.
She'd speak with an Intelligence laced with Experience
With smiles like Thunderstorms, who would ever know?
She's masterfully disguised in every single way,
Masterfully disguised; her smile, her most famous piece,
But the mastery of disguise is a means for her to hide,
In the case of Death and Sirens, it's her only release.

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Hideous Dreams

Hideous dreams,
Littered with false hopes and dead faith,
Where streets of insecurities,
are walked by the grim,
Where the sky shines gray,
Light nonexistent through the eyes of death,
And all that is as it was,
is not as it seems,

Hideous dreams,
Comprised of disloyalty and deceit,
Where a sun of insincerity,
Is shone upon the vain,
Where the clouds bleed red,
Trust nonexistent through the gates of hell,
And all that is as it was,
Is not as it seems.

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Within

Curiosity wings with open eyes,
Where truth whispers with shadowed secrets,
Somewhere glistening words reply,
Dreams fall within.

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November Skies

The leaves,
--They Change,
Their pigment fading,
From Green to Red, Orange, Yellow and Brown,
Gently falling,
--Is their calling,
To the colder autumn ground,

And as they lay there,
--As they stay there,
Lifeless, dead,
Lying like dirt,
The rousing wind rustles them up,
Making them dance and flirt,

As they’re flying
--and “goodbye”ing
Floating towards
A crimson view,
Showing the November sky,
The autumn’s eternal hue.

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Sing Me the Stars

Sing me the World,
It's harmony of living,
The essence of humanity
Woven throughout every note,
Sing me the World,
A message worth completing,
The factor of my sanity,
As the melodies will float

Sing me the Sky,
It's vastness of being,
The illustration of limitlessness,
Intertwined in rhythms played,
Sing me the Sky,
A freedom unbelieving,
A composition of such finesse
A soft, sweet serenade

Sing me the Sun,
It's passion of reason,
The impression of leadership,
Humming through the chorus,
Sing me the Sun,
A strength always in season,
A piece of true intensity,
That touches all of us

Sing me the Moon,
It's beauty of compassion,
The rendition of warmth and grace,
Keeping pace in it's glow,
Sing me the Moon,
A magick of darkened fashion,
A work of solitude's embrace,
That began eons ago

Sing me the Stars,
Their radiance of dreams,
The glimmer of our deepest hope,
Vocalizing in it's light,
Sing me the Stars,
A perfection of highest theme,
A distinction of inspiration's scope,
That grace the World at night.

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White Rose

A White Rose grows in a bed of weeds,
Spawning bad intentions and evil deeds
Suffocated and soon invaded,
This rose knows what it needs,

For no one thinks a White Rose,
--So pure and serene,
No one thought it did--but it knows what it needs,

A Red Rose sprouts through the cruel concrete,
Stubbornly walking without having feet,
Ironic it seems, holding to it's dreams,
This rose learned how to breathe,

For no one thinks a Red Rose,
--So simple and ordinary,
No one thought it could--but it learned how to breathe,

A Black Rose bloomed in the dark of the night,
Unsung and labeled as an ugly sight,
Neglected and still, solid it's will,
The rose knows how to fight,

For no one thinks a Black Rose,
--So shadowed and wicked,
No one knew it would--but it still bleeds red.