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Night Dove
When the night falls upon
her eyes
a new vision does begin,
the precious sounds of
sensations and
the feeling of sweet sins.
With an ocean of salts
and an earth of deepest
sands,
she will lay down her body
and plead his mysterious
hands.
Touch at your will
please bury foolish doubts,
hold us bound together
while no regrets stand
about.
Kiss my tender lips
let two hearts skip a beat,
never release my surrenders
until the feelings are
complete.
With one breath left to
speak
she swallows every tear,
confessing her soul truths
beneath hidden torn fear.
You have touched me my
love
and opened the locked cage,
the one to cherish most
of all
now freedom knows this
final stage.
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Full Moon
A full moon tonight…
in view of eyes condemned
and surrendered tears,
beneath hidden faiths
as true sapphire spears.
See through the depths
of deceptions
and blood stained fears,
release the whole I see...
open the heavens of reality.
A vision of peace awaits
your touch...
a heart lined with a garden
of senses,
a being of beauty and grace
amongst promises of pure
innocence
and cherished space.
Two hearts to behold
and precious thoughts held
so high,
with twin symbols of ecstasy
and no words of good-bye.
Come to me now
for the end is too near,
gaze above your broken
soul of dignity
from now…
until eternity.
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Meadow’s Path
As she gazed upon creatures
baring worn torn expressions,
she stood without movement
beneath the light of deception.
With no choice of a song
and a touch from above,
they were granted their
chase
within a place they called
love…
of the mountain tops white
with it’s fresh fallen
snow,
and the sight of one star
with that wondrous glow.
Of the dew upon meadows
…
of a flower’s first bloom...
of the song of a child
and the voice she once
knew.
Once naked emotions united
by chance...
where two hearts beat as
one
during their dance.
Now reminiscing the words
of an
endeared born soul,
she bows with her grace
and steps back below.
‘The past is a time to look
back upon
with a smile if you allowed
it to
touch your life’.
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Immortal Dreams
Balance the scales of deepest
pains...
justify the broken soul
that remains,
strengthen hands of trembling
fears...
tranquilize words of confusion
and tears.
Paint a picture of the
bluest skies...
desire the fright of innocent
lies,
shine a light from the
brightest of stars
save Venus from afar.
Crave a spirit from distant
voices...
sense bouquets of plenty
and choices,
carry broken spirits of
faith and hopes...
pull with the strengths
of tightened ropes.
Nourish a touch of style
and grace...
strive to restore a beautiful
place,
imagine the thoughts of
running streams...
and this childish life
of immortal dreams.
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Echoes of Silence
Sweet echoes of silence
lingers the air
and reminds them of ghosts
they
permitted to share.
Promises of truth...
pledges of time...
words of cruel love
and the laughter of bittersweet
rhymes.
Staring into the eyes
of their unique born souls,
you laid out your games
and spoke of pure gold...
now leaving your
pity in
the emptiest of holes...
with the dreams of voodoo
dolls
and the pins they now hold.
Waving your lusts in the
mirrors of hell
and touching their lives
with your rages and lies,
now imagine the souls of
death they sell?
and your grace to the ones
which now plead to die.
Look upon yourself to which
you are told
and bleed from the mind
which lies on that floor,
they wish you their thoughts
of freedom and gold
and to rescue yourself
before you are sold.
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Tempered Time
When the days glow hovers
beneath the eyes of their
tears,
and the sun’s fire descends
upon their deepest of fears,
the desires they hold
plead the affairs
of one flight,
as the eyes of two strangers
collide within sight.
Two glistening stars
as one bright constellation
bearing the richest of
treasures
and the sweetest temptations,
laced with the chances
of time
as their patience grows
weak,
now prayed upon heaven
as two hearts finally meet.
One journey in time…
one story book tale,
tortured cues of their
vows
and all it now pales,
embraces true souls
hence the thoughts of regret,
or reminisce this one dream
for torn wings to forget.
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