Monthly Archives: January 2016

Poetry

Sleep not

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Enveloped in darkness, my conscience drifts!
Unable to sleep it’s forced to create/
Out off the black they rise/
The distractions to sleep/
I’ve tried it all even counting sheep/
But with every jump they leave a new world in its wake/
Fire, fate, even the universe at stake/
Why must I create and save world’s instead of sleep/
Even in the dead silence I just hear beep… beep/
What’s that? Another mental ruse?/
No it’s a neutron bomb I need to defuse!/
Crisis avoided, what was that noise?/
It’s the car overheating when I’m out with the boys/
The start of another adventure to be had/
Leads to the discovery of a treasure that’s bad/
Exposing the darkness in our hearts/
Darkness, where this all starts/
I’m here again diving deep/
Enveloped in darkness, counting sheep/
Focusing on my mental farm, my mind stops its shift/
Finally headed to sleep my conscience stops its drift/

Then the alarm goes off….

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Supernova

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One can’t escape the gravity of your soul/
Drawing me in consuming me whole/
Adding me to your greatness, we operate as one/
Bound through eternity, burning brighter than the sun/
A bond so unique, a way to describe it I haven’t heard/
Just saying love is too simple a word/
Yet no truer word can be said other than love/
We’ll have to create a new word as our souls soar above/
Shining bright as we go so far/
Together were a celestial event, a love star/
Our bond will only grow in power/
Until we go supernova and start an amorous meteor shower/
Becoming a gift for the heavens to see/
Astronomical is truly how I see you and me/

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New Life

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There is a life I want to touch
It’s odd, but I do oh so much
A hand that I crave to hold
A future that I wish to mold
I long to be lost in your little eyes
Show you everything under these blue skies
I haven’t met you, but I love you, it’s wild
I can’t wait to cradle you in my arms, my child
I don’t know how many years it’ll be before we meet
But I’ll love you from your head to your feet
I can’t wait to see the combination of me and my love
Little one you will be the greatest gift from above

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Not expecting, just thinking

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Spectres and phantoms

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The inner city sky is set ablaze by the firefly orbs held within/
Quiet strangled the streets/
Only faint echoes of automotive ghosts wail in the distance/
One can smell it, the sky will cry soon/
That’s when the spectre will hunt/
Cloaked in the blue Laws, he prowls/
Shining his light on all that is fowl/
Ready strike with ferocity in the night/
Full of bravado, pride, and yes fright/
Scared of what he may or may not have to do is the spectre’s life/
But his prey, the phantom, has his own strife/
He must straddle the thin line of evil and good/
Fill the flame-riddled streets with bacteria, or live peacefully misunderstood/
Some of the phantoms will spread their outbreak, sending the Spectre into a frenzy/
His fear will cause all phantoms to wear the guise of am enemy/
The misunderstood will lose their innocence/
The spectre will lose his benevolence/
And the bacteria now takes prevalence in the once peaceful inner city streets/
No longer can the phantom walk them and feel safe/
No longer can the spectre feel capable without force/
No longer quiet are our streets under the flames/
Soon the sky will cry as we deflect the fallen names/
Oh what I wouldn’t give to just have those skies set ablaze again/
One without the spectres and phantoms living in sin.

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