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6/20/2017 3:19:29 AM
Time by Robert Black	Time It is not you I hate It is time that has done me Made me feel old when I was young And look old when I feel young Sure I chased you And never found you But you kept that spark alive Maybe you lied In the mirror A million times But it was the timing of time In my mind That did me
6/28/2017 8:04:08 AM
THE TORN ORCHID	Once lions chased dragons And protected their claim But the Queen, she had bargained And time surely came So the lions decided To leave their domain They came from the North They came with disdain The orchid is ours! That much is plain! Like a plague of locusts In numbers they came Some tried to resist it But most did not dare Like a plague of locusts They stripped her leaves bare But the brightest of petals Were allowed to remain Loose tongues were forbidden Old tales were the same Sent to oblivion Sent there in shame There’s one story now! The lions we blame! While betrayers grew rich The children protested And resisted the rain The promises are broken! Our dreams have been stained! The elders collected What they could from the street With no heart to tell them It would all be in vain The Queen sighed in her mirror Looking broken and frail There was nothing to do Since the lions were tamed The Empire was falling The orchid reclaimed
6/28/2017 8:11:31 AM
Time by Robert Black	Thanks Marley.
7/3/2017 4:30:07 AM
Scorpio Snake	I was born A Scorpio snake Longing for The white hot desert As pure as a needle tip Under a naked flame As I slither And scratch around The dirty streets Of humanity Trying my best Not to bite Or sting Down Rue de Bellevue To deposit the glass From the previous nights Of drinking And writing Trapped In a circle of fire As the bottles shatter I see a handsome man Outside the fleuriste Giving a fresh bouquet of flowers To a young smiling beauty Unaware Of the silent sobs From the plants Decapitated for colour Euthanized for endeavour In the city of love And romance As I go back The Parisian sun Appears from behind The grey clouds Warming my skin Before it is shed And gifted To the night Once again
7/8/2017 1:36:40 AM
Time by Robert Black	Thanks Topher!
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