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Syko
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Dancing Like Petals
Dancing like petals,
The flutter in her hair,
Drawn through dreams of madness and song,
Roses prance to the harping of strings,
Like the angels on high do the notes of love fall,
They may soar or crawl like a potatobug.
There may be a rip in the air,
Letting the potatoes fall through,
From the heavenly abyss of the hole below.
They may be thrown or squirted out of the hole above,
Dropped into the waiting arms of the lilies and their kin,
The posies are crushed beneath the heavy weight.
Fat and sweet like a bee,
They knock you down like a rock tossed from the house next door,
To bring a tulip the dreams of a monkey,
Who swings on the vine of a random potato tree.
Fireflies
Sparkling bright in the distance,
They never quite can be caught,
Dancing in the night like tiny stars,
A chase might end up for naught.
Twinkling like busy dreams,
They fly high and low,
Searching for what?
Who really knows?
Shining radiant in the dusk,
For what purpose as to why?
In the light they are only bugs,
In the darkest of skies, like glitter, they fly.
The long Road
It may be taken by few or many,
The chance of a new beginning,
It can be perceived differently by all,
Yet this road is taken by us all.
It may take some longer than others to finish this trail,
But in the end we are all the same,
Free to be wild and spirited like our creatures,
They took the same road and remained with their dignity.
You can neither stop or turn back,
However you will be on your own,
This trip is done by many,
It can never be broken.
Some may consider this a sham,
But for them the trip is yet to be taken,
It can be long or short,
But it is different for all.
We were together in the beginning,
If you last the trip we will be forever big,
Everyone's time is different to go,
In the end we meet up and remain together.
Stars
Shining bright through the sky,
They soar and cry,
They come in the night,
But when dawn arrives they disappear in the light.
There are many in the sky,
Above the clouds they fly,
Silvery and clear,
They sparkle both far and near.
At times they seem to fall,
Yet they may never call,
The Earth their home,
From their home in the sky they may never truly roam.
True to their light they glow,
From them the strength of the cosmos flows,
Staring you straight in the eye,
They are forever seen in the sky.
Sirens
True to their hearts they sing,
A song is heard by you and me,
Flared by the songs men do deceive,
To get to a mysterious Isle one may believe.
Words are not spoken,
Yet are heard off the rolling waves,
Men are mesmerized by a bend,
On the rocky cliffs they find a sea bed end.
Tantalizing music to our ears,
Silencing one's heart for what it knows,
A soul is beckoned to a neverending fate,
For it has occured on more than one date.
Their voice is heard by us all,
Lured to our death is what befalls,
A creature so beautiful that cannot be seen,
For our troubles we know they are by far keen.
As we realize we aren't the first to go,
Our senses are signaled by an inner emotion,
Watching our unfortunate fall,
Knowing these mystical creatures will destroy us all.