Poetic Carousel Pt. II

a series of poetry

　

(6) Give Cadence To The Simple

　

shake dreams from her hair my pretty one

choose the day the way of the earth

time is all we have through the duration of our lives

bring our eager hearts into focus in which to deliver

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bury me deep beneath the groves along the garden path

bask in the vast expanse between space & time

sublime

come together as one

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each piercing eyes fills the conclave of love's lasting fate

　

(7) Blowing In The Breeze

　

within emmense silence theirs a hint of violence

shades of grey tormented among the Elms

as the city cascading moments of granduer filtered through a song

stand strong in the duration of the dream give heed to love

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there's something blowing in the wind

a newer way to begin all over again

I see a vision in the clouds

twice spotted with holes

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lurking in the darkness there is a glimmer of hope

glowing ever growing

chearing ever tearing

beneath the ground the earth does swell

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come away with me now through temptress of fire

　

(8) One Hand To Hold A Heart Will Mend II

　

we can smell the lavender out on the dew

early morning cow would be among its chew

through starry eyes frightened but fixed upon a sound

glaring among the Albatross we cross

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at every circumstance we can claim our prize

with annointed hands in cosmic tapestry

life is but a mystery

give cadence to its pride

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we can hold things inside not willing to share

flirt with fire throw darts at our hair

each step that we take make no mistake caused by faith

columns of pillars ascending on the land

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when will we ever live for the day all will understand ?

　

(9) Moving Pictures

　

there's a doorway that holds us

the streams of love to mold us

but nothing seems to move us

we stand erected as if pushed out to sea

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hoping that a girl will soon come to marry me ?

we can only get a glimpse of what's to be

life is but a mystery

if we slow down and pay attention

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we can hear the Robin with a song

it will help you get along

like an old movie watching Elvis Presley

we often wander to change the story

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yet why should we ever worry ?

　

(10) The Last Stand

　

tighten the Elms

within nature's grasp

a tiff for taff

have a tendency to over react

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you flirt with fire

in a blaze of glory

trying to change the story

so why should we ever worry

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like John Wayne taking his final stand

let the reader understand

life is what you make it so don't try and fake it

burning bridges in the mockery of thorns

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curse the given day you were actually born