They All Stared

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And thus began the day, bright and gay
She stood at the door
Made of rotten wood
With a veil over her head
She saw a naked world–
A chasm filled with dread
Even though she knew, beyond her silly gait
A world of flight
Oh! Ever so might…
But she had to roam
With a rusty cloth dabbed
Covering her filtered head
To fill the pitcher full
Of water to quench their thirst
And with a dirty veil–to not meet their preying faces
And prying pondering shades
Hide away! She said to herself
They do mind your flight
The gazing stars will fall
And the crashing sight
The head in a dirty veil
As the whole village gaped
Appalled.
They all stared

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A Life within a Dream

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She departs from solitude
Goes into the deep, the deep forest-
Where Willows are sown to weep
And she cushions the sorrow
The sorrow of the beast
For he never knew the love he felt,
Was one to keep
The departed lunatics were baffled
When she came into the deep,
The deep forest where a million pains were reaped
Yet she moved like a princess
In the heart of the forest which was rather deep
There she stood, out of her solitude
Looked at the silver trees
The shadows of the stars and the red moon,
One stolen from its sleep
So she buried the promises which were never made
Deep into the creek
When she wakes up from her awakening
She will know that tales were written
And songs sung,
Wasted were the lovers
SO hung on its idea that when dawn broke
It was only a leap

Glory

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When death ruled the valley of fear
Destiny cried for the misery of its dear
But they went to find the valley of the dead
And saw that fear ruled it with pleasure
Hidden away in a mortal plane
The immortal seized the valley of the fear
Only to find it was nothing but–
The death of the dear
One can see and one can choose
To keep the eyes blind
But the two valleys–out of them
One would win and the other persist

Monochrome

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Sheets, the empty sheets
Like messages in a bottle sinking in a sea,
Of being lost
The painting of the Dame and the color red
Red like her blood…when they found her dead,
Lost in the sea
Like the whirling trees and their rustling leaves
Green like the hope of finding the seeds,
Of a Future which was bleak
Just like today, when I stood on the hilltop,
Looking at the sea

The Birds Grew Wings

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There was no denying–that the merciless cage only,

Prevented the Birds from soaring up high

Following their rush, up in the sky-which they love.

There was no denying. There never is.

There was no shame–when the cruel master,

Had taken the wings…taken them away

There was no shame.

There was no pain, when the Birds would sing

Not in melancholy, but in vain

Not in forgetfulness but in ignorance

Of the bliss in flight.

There was no pain. There always is.

There was no wonder–that what would happen

If the Birds grew back their wings

Would there be rebellion?

Would there be flight?

Would there be a reason?

Would they remember?

There was no guilt….

The day of the storm–when the wind blew down the cage

When the drapes kept swaying

And the bizarre light kept flashing

When the Birds lay forgotten

There was an escape.

A flutter, a hop, a swing and a flitter

And a swoosh….

The Birds Grew Wings

There was no ego..in their flight.

There was no pride.

There was no remorse. There always is.

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The Birds soon discovered–their wings,

Had always been with them.

They had just been forgetful,

Of wings and flight and the sky

They blamed it on the Man.

There was so much anger. There always is.

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The Birds flew in a sequence.