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from Lilacs Growing on a Barbed Wire Fence,
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Any Other Name
I
bend to smell the rose
And
catch my finger tip
Upon the thorn, I linger
For
just a moment
In
the reality of
The
painful sting
I
pull away and leave
A
single drop of blood
Hanging from the needles tip
A
price paid for the taste
The
knowledge of beauty
The
drop falls slowly
From the thorn as if
The
rose has cried
One
single crimson tear
And
let it sink, to be
Forever swallowed by
The
dust, the scar upon
My
finger tip, the pain,
The
pleasure, still remains
A Friends Passage
I
will miss you,
I
will miss all the things you gave to me.
I
will miss you everyday.
I
will feel your loss,
As
deep and painful as any wound.
I
will need time to heal.
I
will see you,
In
my dreams and out of the corner of my eye.
I
will want you to be there when I turn
I
will not cry for you,
You
have journeyed to some wondrous place.
I
will cry for me.
I
will see you,
Reflected on the surface of the pool of my tears
I
will see you still.
Monsters
The
monsters
In
my closet sent me
A
note yesterday.
They want a truce it seems,
But
I’m not fooled
They’ve tried such tricks before.
After all this time
I’ve got tricks of my own
And
an arsenal of
Defense weapons.
Some are not so obvious,
Like the bathroom door
Left open a crack
With the light
Shining brightly
So
they know I’ll see.
Light is monster poison
After all.
Or
the old reliable classic
Wrapped up tight
Blankets pulled overhead
Like a cocoon
With just my nose
Or
lips exposed.
To
sneak a breath.
It’s dangerous business
Surviving the night.
Death awaits there
In
the dark
To
strike swiftly
Upon the slightest hint
Of
skin exposed.
The
monsters have all
Changed with time,
Some have retired upon
Realizing I fear them
Far
less today,
Moving to some
Seaside town
Where they make extra
Money by leaping out
Of
cakes at parties
But
some have stayed,
Still strong as ever
And
waiting to strike
If
I forget to pull
The
covers tight.
Tonight I’ll say out loud
How
I am not afraid of them
But
just to be sure
I
make it to morning
I
think I’ll go change the
Bulb in the bathroom,
Lately I’ve been thinking
It
isn’t very bright.
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