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Heart of Hearts

Place your hand atop my heart,
Feel it beat inside your soul
Place your head atop my heart,
Hear it sing of tales untold
Place your lips atop my heart,
Taste its love and take it in
Place your heart atop mine, too,
To dance together in my love for you

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Abducted

You got me feeling
Tongue tied up
Up and otta sight 
But your love keeps me alright
Blindfolded by your touch 
I cannot hear much
But what I make out
I find that maybe
In time you will let me
Be free, 
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Than right here, 
You and me

You abducted me
Only so I could see
A love with you
Is the only truth I need

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Autumn

When the amber hues 
Turn to cinder-block blues
And the songbirds exist
In the recesses of our world
We lose something special 
When the golden hour is up
Our clock has struck 12 and 
Our aspirations raining ashes
In the fallen snow

Our reality is ever-changing
Floating on clouds high above the winter mix
When we look down upon ourselves
With contempt trailing beneath us
Something sprouts from the ash

Amidst the falling lies 
I sit and imagine the amber glow
Autumn comes with retribution
When the snow is blurry shades of grey

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The Irony of Mirrors

You were a bird
And I was an egg
You left me unhatched
And I was unfed

I was not a pencil
To use on your test
But you didn't care
You used his chalk instead

I was a raindrop
That fell on your head
And you brushed me off
When your heart turned to lead

My soul was a country
I couldn't defend
When you invaded my home
And you burned all my land

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Transparent Intentions

The song wafted through the air,
scent of lurid happiness and
seductive sway beneath the veneer,
intermingling in their ears and
drew them together,
cast aside their fears
as they came close he whispered
in her ear...

Tears welled up, the dam broke
and they fell silently down her soft cheeks

three words she had heard before

three words she will hear no more
from any other man.

in the right order, they make perfect sense.
But Intentionality draws the line between
Love and less

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Confessions - Reversible

I am
Weak
No more will I be
Able to walk straight
With my head held high, I am
Living a lie
I cannot continue on by
Rehearsing perfection to mask flaws
Under your shelter I reside to stop
The destruction of my esteem
I will not feed 
The fire within
As my insecurities grow, so too does
My apathy
I have disavowed
My dreams of success
I can clearly see
My failure
I will overcome
Nothing
I will cease to be
And...
This I am

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Strings

You pull at the strings
That unravel life
Melancholy kills
When love is the knife

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Pinocchio

A wish been granted, killed, 
Against the laws of nature
He that demanded, willed
Life into inanimate stature
Yet another cliche instilled
A wish upon a star, gatekeeper
Of life caught napping, whistles trill
Loss and pain, nature of fear
The puppet learns to keep his heart still
The puppet breaks with human tears

"Pinocchio..." She said, fervent
"Tell me... Was it all worth it?"

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Sound of Winter

Push and shove,
Velcro up your gloves
There's snow in the square,
In the other corner is love,
Cold and unforgiving
Like the clouds up above
Herself, she shivers in spite of
Searching for meaning
In a house come undone
She opens her window,
Listens for the sun

And then she finally heard it:
Absolute,
Resolute,
Silence

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Summer Mood - Mad Hatter

The birds had returned some time ago,
From whence it happened my love did flow.
Cupid's bow had long-since retired,
And Summer's warmth bequeathed no desires.

Bitter days stretched on without Nightingale tune;
Days I remembered to search for you
Bore clement tedium in conjunction with blues.
If you were the saint, I was made your shoes.
Always close, always warm, as Winter did we forlorn.

This mountain sings of freedom and the trees lean in to whisper;
Tell me as Summer drew near,
Neither did I grow cold without you, 
Nor become mad as a hatter,
As you were lead in the brim of fashionable leather,
All things fall out of fashion, no matter the weather.

This day Fall arrived prematurely,
And the Winter posthumously forbade,
But nothing could change this reversal
Of Winter closeness falling into Summer's tepid rehearsal.
The weather called for a change of intimacy
For our combined heat, I cannot bear

The sun's bitter rays wreath the world in red hues,
I need a new hat to return me to my habitual blues.
We're all mad in the end,
No matter which end we choose.