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Soft the mossy floor of home
capture life in wet reflection
Backyard visions herald spring
with raindrips from the fingered trees
Memories are found in these
No more the blinding bleach of snow
in place these tendrils of the new
hues of splendor in each buds grasp
awaiting these songs of winters passing
May my spring be everlasting
There is a bleak setting in the corner of my mind
where demons wait for suble hints of pain
eating the crumbs of broken dreams
life feeds the debris of happiness to thoughts minions
Scavenging from the bliss of love and desire
growing stronger with each shredded emotion
these creatures of dark nature try to breed
seeds of black devistation planted in subconscious
It is mine to starve the midnight
It is mine to bring the light
It is mine
Misted like breath in Januarys morning
my thoughts of you wander
No guidance to remind my heart of you
I am not alone , I know, but still
lonely
Staring at this incomplete jigsaw
that one piece missing, under the bed
Or swept under my unconscious rug of the mundane
not a game, I know, but still
Fun to play
Stimulation for this mind I'm losing
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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