Accept

There’s a whore in all of us

There’s a sin in him

We are all made up of lust

But we rarely go out on a limb

We take care to guard the exits

We dance to protocol’s whim

Sometimes someone comes along

That says to hell with prim

It’s not even good to be proper

‘Cause those people never win

You have to fight dirty to prosper

We lived in world rotting in sin

We have to stop rejecting our nature

Learn to accept where we’ve been

Accepting ourselves for who we are

Is the greatest way we can win

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When Gardens Spring and Flowers Bloom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

The birds that fly and butterflies loom

And earth expels nutrients from her womb

No one feels impending doom

The door that shuts on the bright hot room

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

For flowers die and the sense of gloom

Martyr’d wisdom is a sweet perfume

For all must die to make more room

Swept clean, with fall, like nature’s broom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

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Because sometimes we all need a little help (Untitled)

I found a Computer Permutation program and played with it a bit.  I had to add, A LOT, when it was done.  It didn't do well at all with non nouns involved, but after I figured that out, I was good.  Then I took then word soup it spit out and wrote the poem from there.  I hope to do better next time!

The Creation of the hills is but a small fairytale

Our Heartbeats bear witness

We Spy in a field the irresistible elephants

Stars pity us

The Word we bear is but a ruse

A Horse startles at something she cannot see

‘Tis a curiosity nothing more

The World favours Gold and White

While they are lovely

We only have imitations

The Ends justify the means

Whistle while we wreck the boat

Painted strings

What little time we have we spend visiting

Earth bears witness

How silent it lies down

The Wind Blows around the Island

It starts 

The Conversation*(An adventure in Sonnets Part 2)

No longer, a child do I seek

Nature or nurture neither will sway

My own body, my will, wilst not obey

Stay quiet love and let me speak

With thy noble equine visage, sallow, hallow'd cheek

You cannot answer thus today

Less your mother belied your father with a Fae

Don’t cry my love, one might think you weak

Forsooth, I cannot bare the sight

Though it grieves me much to say it

The words make me, seem flighty and trite

Can I hold your hand before the journey starts?

It scares and pains me to betray it

I care only now for protection, not for our hearts.

Sunset

Brazen red and orange

Clouds catching the light

Falling out of the sky

Day becoming the night

The moments seem to stop here

When all the world’s on fire

A spinning star stands still now

The eternal flame grows higher

Suddenly it’s over

Time begins anew

Magic is forgotten

Night sky blossoms blue