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Through the time we spent as stoic figures,
Resting on cement legs that restricted motion,
And emotion a play of figures dancing in circles
With shadows joining the dance,
Monotony,
Her fragile frailty,
Outstretched arms to mobility,
I am her golden coin among the silver,
Yet dull with wear and time,
A dream last night that led me to believe
I should hide,
Behind your blue eyes,
The doors that wasted life,
Behind your blue eyes,
The strife of epic stories and conversations,
I am tangled in this pattern,
Just the momentary bliss,
A kiss that leads you to distant deserts
Where we haunt ourselves with thirst,
I am this patient hold on the edge of your mind,
Keeping you from torture,
In teeth that will not resist,
I am bruised,
I am broken,
I am the last you ever kissed

I found a mirror
Not made of glass
My reflection, not the same
Not the one
Looking back at me, in error

I avert my eyes from my eyes
Images at odds
Now, this new mirror
Speaks words at odds
With my inability to believe in good

I found a mirror the other day
It spoke
What could be lies
Showed what I didn't see
Not made of glass, it made reflections

I fear death yet I turn not away,
For if the time comes to put me to lay;
Then I will see no evil nor fight
the burning of the bright light.
God's answer will also be mine,
And so I alone shall not pine;
For long lost dreams and torments,
Soon they shall lie dormant;
Til like the phoenix from the ashes of flame
I will rise once more without blame.

are we here for real or is this just a lie, will we know the truth, should we know the truth, how will we ever know it if they never show it, will we know before we die or will it still be a lie!

Ever since I Was ten I was considered different from the other wolves, yes you heard me right wolves. I'm whats called a totem soul, a human who has the ability to transform into his or her spirit beast. My name is Gage Moonarrow yeah I'm a Cherokee Indian and my entire family are wolves. Tonight I'm with my bothers Clave and Flare at some dive bar playing for the various patrons. Our band is called Wild Tribe I'm the lead singer slash guitarist. We had just finished our set when she walked in, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen long raven hair and curves that could make you motion sick. She walked up to the bar and spoke to Marge the owner. She shook her head at the girl and she walked away. She walked out of the bar then screamed. I rushed out of the bar to see she was cornered by some thugs. On instinct I shifted into my totem form... right in front of a human, totem soul rule number one never change in front of a human.
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In your white dress
Of satin silk
Like a bride to be
My virgin queen

Hidden you hide
Your wings that fly
For your my guardin angel
Sent from heaven to follow me

To watch and confort me
When times are bad
Alone I feel
Empty ness

Pain dwells in me
I feel pain of life
Negative doughts
Your there watching me

I sence you waching me from
afar waiting watching
For when am down
Then your wings decend and
Your with me picking up my broken spirit

I carry on knowing your there my guardin angel
Your with me in spirit and are looking after me

how do dreams come true. are they real when your eyes fall asleep in the bed lays flat in head to toe. is me and the other is flash backs twist and turn. otherwise my brain is soft as jelly and smooth and jiggly is what i feel and. remember is my train of thought in and out he or she is trapped doors. is what i see and think believe photogenic realty now and then. or tomorrow is today and yesterday can be explained in bits and pieces. pop in and out in certain times i process every second and. minute we are all in this together my dreamers.....

A thousand light years from now
all will be found stuck up in a row
narrowed down by ones weirdness
and all thoughts become meaningless.

No more glissening sun to squint to
just universal everness on a string of solo
reckoning beyond black diamond skies
fiddle tunes to everlasting blares flies

then......

B A N G!

all goes back to normal and here you are
you did not seek out and or went to far
back at the desk in the here and now
that's where I last saw it in the back row.

;-)

The House of Joy!

A mystical dreamlike temple on the hill

A temple of fantasy, I can visualize it still

An open temple in the round, roof upheld by

A circle of white stoned columns

Marbled squared flooring, encircling an Olympic size pool

Music created by the winds of time

Terpsichorean Temptresses whirling in their white flowing gossamer gowns

While female nymphs splashed and played nude in the pool

Perfumed female charmers poured overflowing wine
In men’s glasses and plyed them with tempting trysts!

Men flexing their muscled bodies and women with flowing tresses and ruby lips were abound!

Would you care to visit the house of joy

Hold my hand and come with me!

Fantasy created

By JimEee