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Angels wings of golden feathers
carry lovers into the heavens
Flying higher into the sky
pushing clouds gently aside
with delicate fingers they clasp
with delicate hands; only to fall
apart swiftly as they tumble downward
past the darkened clouds of storms
dodging bolts of brilliant lightning
Tears fall faster as they try to touch hands
reaching out to the warm delicate hands
Hands that had once held and shared their love
They touch.  And fall gently, gently
to the ground of heaven, delicately.
upon wings . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Two doves sit upon a branch
Their white feathers slightly brush
They step closer  pressing against each other
Silently they stare in a hush
Love dose enchant their eyes
Slowly step apart, careful not to rush
Two doves fly away from a branch
Alone.
stain on white . . . . . .     . . . .
Hate is stored and produced by the soul
Swelling inside it begins to grow
Knowing what you hate not why you hate
You stare hard into the eyes of the hatred
Staring hard with your coal black eyes
The eyes of the one you hate aren�t dark
The eyes are timid and fearful, scared
Your hate wants to explode like a bomb
Still knowing what you hate not why
The scared eyes calm you for a moment
You now see all that you hate
You now know all that you hate
You see your own reflection
Staring, with scared eyes
master of hate .. // . . .  .
Life is a dance of the mask
Covering your face, hiding
It�s flesh is thicker than a cast
Never allowing the truth to show
A concealer of ones past
The free are the ones of true beauty
Their hearts are real and fast
Flesh is real and palpable
They can make love last
They can make eyes tear
They show emotions without a mask
They dance, but they dance together
true individual ... :: ; '; .
intellegence of clowns .. ; ><> :?
Intelligence of the wise fall short of great
Intelligence of the clowns is of joy
The love of money leaves a terrible fate
The love of a smile can only be fortune
False love is brief and always late
True love is of long-lasting friendship
Men always fall for the false bait
Joyful men always cherish life
They are the ones that are rich
Some will rise, most will fall
Stretching your cold hand to nothing
Trying to clasp the one of your dreams
Frigid is the breeze that haunts the lonely
The presence of a loving individual warms like fire
Crackling and spreading until it�s last ember dies
As the fire, the life of companionship is lost
Feed the fire constant attention and it will blaze high
Some will rise, most will fall
lonely hands >< ?: ";; ' .,,.. ,
I picked this flower for you
It stood out, much like you
It smelled so sweet, close to you
It petals were attractive and beautiful, similar to you
I couldn�t let this beautiful flower not see true beauty
That is why I picked it and brought it to you
., ... >> last of the flowers ., ..
A train passed through town today
It was the longest train I have ever seen
I even counted all forty-six cars
I especially loved car number twelve
I loved that car so much 
Tears fell down my cheek as it passed
As the train�s horn was gone
I knew that you too were gone
the 9'o 5 .. ,. ,>< ;: ././
Rolling hills beckoned the sun to fall
Old eyes watched from the porch
Eyes that had seen  many years call
Oranges and reds that blend in the sky
Ages to days and days to minutes
This old man wanted to say good bye
None to hear his words say
�That was the last and best�
The man stayed in that chair
But his soul lived in the sky
that was the last ... , ..., >< ;/
.:you are:.
You�re my happiness, the/
Gentle breeze �cross my face/
Summer�s late afternoon/
August storm�s steady pace/
   Peaceful light of the moon/

You are my sympathy/
You are my empathy/
You are my muse/
You are my light/
You are my purpose/

You�re my happiness, the/
Sound of ocean�s crashing/
Stillness in a snowy night/
Scent of flowers blooming/
Graceful autumn leaves� flight/

You are my reason/
You are my season/
You are my breath/
You are my heart/
You are my everything/

You�re my happiness, the/
Morning after the rain/
Sunsets by the ocean/
Frost on a window pane/
Swaying trees in motion/

You�re my happiness, the/
Warming by a fire/
Steady flight of a dove/
Heart�s every desire/
Reason that I can love/

You are more than words/
.:real:.
And there aren�t words to say/
Words my heart know not of/
You�ve given me a new day/
Is this this thing called love/

If this isn�t real/
If we were never meant to be/
Wake me before I sleep/
But let me dream/

And were there words to say/
Words that my heart knew of/
You�ve given me this new day/
Is this this thing called love/

Can you stand there/
And break me/
And tell me/
That I�m not real/
Can you tell me/
That this felling I feel/
Isn�t real/
Isn�t there/

If this isn�t real/
If we were never meant to be/
Wake me before I sleep/
But let me dream/
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