

Life In A GlazeI twiddle my thumbs neath the tall tall tree.Life In A Glaze
Busy ants are all looking for something, Though I doubt they know what exactly. Can hear some crows as they caw call me.
Erratic wings flap in a distant Murder; Murmurs of what I know not exactly.
Coming here costs a small small fee.
A currency forgotten by a modern soul. Thoughts buy their weight in gold exactly.
Eyes unfurl vivid in the dark deep wood. They speak to me in ominous glow.
Fly my child. Go. Go. Go.
But to where I knew not exactly.
Flee to the moon whe


She SlipsShe slips in and out of night, wispy hair; silver sight.She Slips
Candles lit in shades dim blink.
Where she lies and waits to drink.
Walking quaint she feigns to faint.
I catch her swift as any saint.
Time was of the utmost essence.
Although, this time with effervescence,
Scarlett lips did savor.
-My what pretty teeth you have. -All the better to


i dream of you whenI dream of you when:i dream of you when
All the wolves have gone to sleep, And all the moon is but a fraction, And shepherds rove its milky traction, Guiding luminous all fallen sheep.
I dream of you when:
Thunder and lightning bludgeon aether And bruised becomes the crystal eye, And though her pangs were heard thro cry, All her tears were shed thro' fever.
Please dream of me as I have you, In the gnaw of winter with a summery hue, At summit and pit o blackest bottom, In green of spring or lust burnt autumn, At being still yond seas of pa


life blightLose some family, Gain some friends, Thats how you know, Life never ends.life blight
Lose some friends, Gain some trends, Thats how you know, Nice weather tends, To fare to the bends, The bends and the trends, That stem from the ends, O fair-weather friends, The best of the best, The worst of the worst, From crest to crest, From hearse to hearse, From nest to nest, From verse to verse, From sea to sea, From curse to curse, From you to me,
Sign,
Yours truly,
-R


ConnectedThe battleground my heart once was Is now flowing full of emotions. Sweetly sung, the words I hear gathering in the wind Teach my heart warmth again. I think about you now as the cerulean turns to dusk, Sighing, because I am not with you. My breath catches and my heart pounds, I know then that your thoughts are on me too. I lay here and know that we are connected.Connected
Greetz
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