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My first real attempt at a happy and positive poem!!!!!
I dont think its any better, but at least its less depressing!
Tree's
Crooked arms scratching skywards, at night the sky
Is like a hole, and the earth beneath like a bolt
The frightening wind whips in from the north, and the leaves
Shake and whisper their ghost stories in a broken wet voice
I lock my windows and I lock my doors, but I still here
The alphabet you spell, youre just as near
To me as when I was seventeen, though farther away
Then when I was only 8, and you stood at the boundry
Of my world and the other, infested with death crows
And hungry for the rumble of motorcycle speedway
And morning will come, pale and bright with its vision
I'll walk the same path that was covered with snow
Not ten months ago, your voice may change tone
As the cold wind recedes, and the stories are different
In summer, you dont speak of ghosts anymore
But of childhood, what is lost, and what is gone
And what can be recovered, what remains
I'll walk hand in hand, with my only true love
Through a maze of staggeting green, and the smell of hot grass
Will run inbetween and about us, I'll hold your hand
On the cold days as well, these silent dark giants
They never sleep, even when the ghosts rush about them
The summer will return, a sense of timelessness
Stillness, and what was undead, will walk and breathe again
And I wont let go
Believe me, my darling, my heart
I wont let you go. I've got your back
I'm on your side. In this multi coloured world
When we all must grow older, when all childhood's torment
Love is our audicity, our electricity, a candle
That shimmers in the greatest hurracaine.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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