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Out of the darkness does bring
Those hazy midsummer dreams
Where the river turns land into mud
Hearing our names in an echo
Dreaming under your purple moon

Without no fires or stars ablaze
Dimly lighting the mountain stones
Slowly crescent around a misty pond
The stilling silence that you bring
Dreaming under your purple moon

Letting go all my heavy weight
Flying like a lightening bug
Dancing in your light forevermore
Smiling at all the tranquility
Dreaming under your purple moon

Sometimes the thoughts in my head seem to explode
Sometimes my heart is locked and has no code
To be opened again, to beat the right song

I found a small light of a candle
The darkness can be fought away
But sometimes you come and blow it out
And let me down, Darling

Sometimes you make me feel so lost inside
Sometimes you make me cry tears I cannot hide
You don’t make it easy to love you condition less

I would never council, what I feel for you
I would never lose my love to you
I would never regret something I did for you
But you don’t make it easy to love you

Rivers of tears running
On the faded wool
Clutched on my shivering
Pale body, weakening
Ingrained with a malady
With no cure
Yet the reassuring hope
And lovely thought
Of my serene childhood
While's yet refuses to part
On the body that turns to dust
Like twisted limbs of my memories
Trying to reach and remold
The foundation of my youth
And as the counsel is cast
Upon the shores of eternity
While the fortress of my will
Is fading into oblivion
The anguish of DEATH escapes
One more time as I
Witness the birth of a new morn


If only to breath one more day..


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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:46 PM CST
About this poem:
I have never felt so close to my destiny and as the battle scores me away, I will not go without a fight.

My love for you is a sweet, yet bitter contradiction,
I want to meet you but I don't want to see you, your beauty will blind me!
I want to fall in love with you, but I want to let you go,
I want to kiss you, but I'm afraid to miss you,
I want to embrace you, but I don't want you to melt like sweet butter on me,
I want to look into your eyes, but I'm afraid to drown in your gaze,
I want to send you flowers, but I'm afraid they will wilt away and die,
I want to hold your soft hands but then to watch you slip away,
So my darling,
I can't love you, for if I do, I will never stop,
If I Love you, I will love you incredibly, amazingly, just too much,
If I Love you too much, I will suffocate you,
If the power and depth of my Love suffocates you,
then you can't breathe,
If you can't breathe, then I will lose you,
If I lose you, then I CAN'T live anymore,
So my darling,
I''m sorry, I can't Love you.

the bones of my soul
like scarecrow trees
awaiting Spring blossoms

Her auburn locks,her eyes of emerald green.

She lives deep in the emerald full of glistening leaves of emerald green.

Blessed on the eyes is she.

The tulips of spring under the windmills of Holland match for thee.

Oh ye evoke first love of my teens.

Fingernails to the wall
digging through the skin
Scratching them every day
burning tips so thin

Pase the movement down they go
peel them to the bone
Screeching sound of blunt
ten times to the tone

Fingernails to the wall
Pray that it will end
Dripping traces left of red
staining knees that bend

Rise them slowly up again
to run them down the track
Yesterday's old stained traces
have slightly turned to black

Not planned
Simply happened
Unexpected
But felt
Continued on
Surprising
But growing

Relationship?
YES
Love?
YES

WONDERFUL!

Sitting at the corner of the room,only little ray of sun shinning in
Looking around the empty room, I could the hands of time tucking in
If the world is to be replayed, my mistakes I could make again
Scar from lost fight, thinking and reminiscing on your beautiful name
Oh I wish I could have second chance, thousand words unspoken
All alone in this quiet night I could hear her voice except if I'm only broken...

Thunder Birds approach on the horizon...
just before the rain -
four-legged's tapping and banging on this old house
and its skeletal windowpanes...
rain dancing across the tin roof
barely touching the gutter,
the thunder growls,
and south winds howl...
earth, bones and walls begin to shudder.
The Owl perched above the loft sits frozen..
yet always keeping his even and steady scowl.
The Ancient Ones spoke of these harbingers...
These Thunder Birds,
and how they would foretell of the Storms to come,
They come now...
in my dreams...
in my Vision..
before the thunder clouds,
in a crash...
in a whisper.
The clear reflection in this still pool
mirrors my perceptions now...
as before...
but soon reflections obscured,
Choked by the red clay that swirls within its depths.
My friend, the dark bird...
lost in the ever turbulent streams above the clouds,
will soon find its roost...
...and the Grandfather will bring us the Holy Light,
born from the heart of the eastern mountains.

Gregory Sexton