| Charisma holds
Intense song
To the human verse
Of life;
Fabulous we pride ourselves
In the influential
Zany element we try to hide.
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| The rain stopped and the tears started
As I cried myself to sleep that night
As night turned into morning
As dusk turned into dawn
As my life turned into something
Then all the sudden it was gone
As you were who I wanted
As I was who you knew
The tears stopped and the rain started
As I led myself away from you
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| I am afraid to turn off the lights for fear of the owl that glares at me through the darkness. Those big black eyes watch my every move as I twist and turn under my covers. The cat sits at the bottom of the bed protecting me against the evil of the night, warming my feet as she calmly keeps my safety as her first priority. You can see the fiesta blanket bunched up in certain places and the sheets are melted around where I lay. My mind is at a standstill and my heart is beating rapidly; warm, cold, warm, coldI cant quite keep the same body temperature as I once was able to just an hour before. I turn on the lights, and there is nothing glaring back at me, nothing visible to the naked eye. Dark eyes hide in the light, I learned this long ago. Back in my blankets with the TV on mute I can finally doze a little. The cat observes my antics as my body relaxes with the mellow-ness of the atmosphere. The owl is wise, I know this; yet the fear in my soul knows that not all dark eyes are the owl, not all dark eyes are wise.
The Owl:
He called me without knowing
Who he was calling to,
He watched me without seeing,
The Kaw tracking through;
Now a crow Kaws I thought
An owl just says Whooo!
He called me without knowing
Who he was calling to. |
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| Waiting for that lost world
We all bow our heads
Philosophers’ stones and infinite powers
Have disappeared as once was said
Eternal lives of crazy town
Have listened long enough
Reaching points of definites
Of who we will become
Peter Pan’s no longer at the window
That slipper is no longer glass
Life’s no longer a mystery
We have made our paths to last
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| “I look in the mirror and I don’t see what other people see. I don’t who exactly is starring back at me, who it is with those glass eyes, the eyes that only reflect the world, but do not take it in to show the depth. Those masked eyes that are afraid to let others see what they might not understand. Those eyes that never show the fear and pain, those eyes that are jaded by a past unwanted. Those eyes are the soul in which I’m hiding, they are my façade in the outer space of a mind that holds no concession to the external atmosphere.” |
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