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Median Festivities

by Kos

The bells jingle, while we all mingle, with alcohols taste, our tongues tingle.

The eggnog's been spiked, with no one in sight, no one to blame, nobody's framed.

The night moves along, within the cozy abode. While a mischievous mistletoe, might be somebody's foe.

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Have you seen?

by Kos

Have you seen? That pretty field, filled with flowers n' weeds? Those tiny bees, buzzing Z's? This tiny path, leading far?

Have you seen? That forest scene, such beauty before unseen? Those fairies there, hiding from the bear? This big ol' tree, with petals sagely green?

Have you seen? That smallish cabin, behind the mountain? Those winding steps, leading to the perch? This wooden door, inviting you aboard?

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To Vow Iniquity

by Kos

My devotion could fill an ocean, yet to you, who I pledge myself to, knows nothing of my pool.

As artificial as it may be, full of tears, some shed by me. Just remember, when you take a dive, amongst those salty tides, I was the gatherer of those who have already drowned.

Despair fills my lake, this river runs deeper than my wake. Anyone who's dared to cross, by a boat, or a crate,

Has met a similar end, yet another drop of anguish in my desperate shell.

But the jar's not mine to keep, full of tears as it may be, to cherish, to preserve. I can only stare and revere.

Go on, "Jump in, take a swim!" Taste those waters tainted by my sin.

Your holiness; As untouched as it may be, must surely be stained by the hands of those, who only beg and scream? Purity is sacred, keep yourself clean, Please don't drown in my tears, my dear.

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Strained Ties

by Kos

Your words, your hands, Your determined stance.

Your passion, your fire, your ever burning glance.

Your lovely smile, always left me in a trance. But oh, my darling, when has it all changed?

Your sharp eyes, your cold gaze. That ever present haste.

Your mourning, your sorrow. The laughter you let out, so hollow.

Your words, blizzard then a storm, your spark extinguished by a single blow.

My sunshine, my love, who has hurt you so?