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Bruised Knee
A sunset horizon can look like a smile if bent upwards with both sides raised And then the horizon can turn into a frown if it’s the measure of how far away she lays He attempts to hold on to her essence of which he’d bonded with in his heart It’s strenuous to be in her presence his soul lacks what they had from the start Two worlds trying to combine as one of which ambitions are working…
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Banshee (2017 Halloween Poem)
Banshee (2017 Halloween Poem)
Late autumn skies are the darkest, somehow a reaper soul approaches as breezes swell Searching night skies for her numbers for one more she can drag to hell A demon can wear white and label herself a saint A devil can leave one in awe when you can’t see below the paint A banshee can swear on the lives of babes as she’s seducing you with her spell Building belief of her good intentions but she’s…
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our home
I remember the winds whispering so our voices could stand still warm sands and nature’s decor properly placed in our momentary home a pair of hearts can live as one Were we holding on to the future or grasping the present moment both felt like the same forever goes both ways and is even lived today All of the footprints remain in the sands of yesterday but what is their trail leading up today,…
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Beheld #scottandmaureen Many sailors have navigated great seas and some survive the episodes of a deep abyss, to reach shore and pen memoirs
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Footprints
One horizon sets and another one falls stuck within the confines of the same four walls A half moon rises when I wished for it full I grasp another shooting star and thrust it into my skull One, two, three, or more knife marks in my heart I step back to the beginning defeated, I go back to the start Shoes off, so I can feel the sand with only the sound of breeze on a beach covered in prints a…
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The Storm is Over My own name may suffer for everything I've lived in past Yet I've wondered if a chance…
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Maureen
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Empress
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One star outshines
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Ensemble
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Sonatas, be surely defined when closed lush lips, to his soul whisper the sweetest wine
Horizons, be known to endure in low light when the moon ignites as he consumes what once was yours
Stars, grasped as a tigers mane stilettos point to the sky in sharp reciting of his name
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SM 22 Dec 2014
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Eyes don’t lie
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The Key
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Juncture
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Adventure Time
“Life is stranger than fiction sometimes” – John Travolta in “Swordfish”
I’m off on a Caribbean…
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Melodic Caress
As my eyes settle upon my one luminous flower The light of its flame burns, as my only desire
What you see as faults or a rip in your petals Simply bring to my lips and make it sweet like honey and wine
My souls pollen as I forget every other like star dust
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