| remember remember the 5th of november-
random and bonfire bare in jersey, doesnt help it much does it?
well anyway allusion and historic reference aside.....
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voorhess is a barren place
beautiful scenery- my place of wait
in between the expos and the art hist recitation
the only time i have free for fun think
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black flowers
grow in reverse.
cursed to birth
no burst of worth.
no sweet perfume.
a recluse rose
no one will know
what black has to show
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| angel faced and voiced,
he took Silent's hand
and took to the stage.
Strumming Heart's
guitar strings.
never letting go
of shoe gazers' gazes.
Well versed banjo god.
All the delighted people
raised their hands.
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| treat me like a crow.
dead ringer for the rogue i dreamed.
disillusioned in mind's disguise
of late year's reality.
looming long held hope
a triggered trickery.
jerked to the ends of the night,
the start of the day
with nothing in hand.
stumble new familiar paths to home.
hope to outgrow
if even alone.
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funny Truth, can find precisely the wrong time.
ill be in another place, and so will you, and so will we all.
puzzle pieces don't fall into place.
it's not in their nature.
hidden behind shy guy's rouse
was clear underneath all strong,
but the comfort ability was gone
and everyone moved along and apart.
across skies and seas and into the field.
taking for granted what was norm for so long.
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each flew to the far winds.
scattered away.
there is no return
to the imagined place
where they used to fit
so dys-functionally together.
in a place that no longer exists.
high in the sky,
an empty nest alone,
new scary world,
one creating its own.
there is no way back.
the chapter is closed.
goodbye to everything.
the birds have all flown.
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