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A hook in the ground, A hook that moves without land, A hook that walks and knows to stand. One with lips, One with hands, One with feet that go quickly. A meaning in, The flashes of eyes, Or the features of a face. Hooked to this world, Is the tone of any voice, That speaks up in the dark or light. Walking, Running, Or Racing. They all move, We all move so fast, Even though we are the hooks. Keeping the ground, There for someone else, With all that makes one who they are. Each hook, Is different, In every single way. Walking fast, Or moving slow, They all come and go. But not all will know, Just how much they did,

Love is a generous cliché; It is but a thing people say When hearts despair They wish they could care To change their darkness to day. The point of love is to feel alone, To know that the pain is set in stone, To know that no joy will be condoned, To know that the light the sun has shown Is cold and forever alone. And in the cold embrace of night, Love is nothing but a grand fight, A thing to behold, A spectacle untold; Love is truly a generous sight.

I am not comfortable with what was, But I'll say it anyway, If only because, No longer am I that child. I am no longer the child Of that trashy white trailer, Or that hot tin roof that had no style, Or that rotted porch that swayed with each of my steps. And no longer will I have to see, The one eyed baby doll or the dying oak tree. No longer will I put on my father's dirty socks, Or run on heated tarmac to get away, No longer must I hear those horrible clocks, Making fun of the time I spent hidden and in the dark. No longer will I jump in fright As the roaches flee from my light. And I knew aid from only one, One that cared,

The pain I feel, It is still the same, My heart may heal, But you are to blame. You hold my heart And you never know That when we part, I remember you so. When I am blind, Will you stand by me? Devoid I am of sight, No colors I see. But in my dreams, I still see you. Confused I seem? Just struck by what you do. Will you be my eyes, Will you be my soul, Will you tell no lies For my heart is already coal. Warming is your love, An inspiration, You are my dove. Am I your dedication?

The sun shines down upon A sparkling, crystalline dawn,  A morning unlike any other   Where the snow seems to hover    Floating like stars in the daytime sky. They are a mystical white, Crystals beautiful to enlightened sight,  Dazzling in their winter susurration,   Their deep downy touch an indication    Of the winter melody forever in my mind. Lively melodies seem to float upon the air, Its tone so vibrant, so fair, so fair Ineffable in its cold winter perfection, It heralds the year's resurrection Felicity for the miraculous, a brightened day, Its insurrection of my attempts to say, Express the beauty which sweeps

My voice is obsolete; No words convey these things I feel. This fear is something fleet; Fleeing feet on hustling heels. Compassion is my doom; Vulnerability and sickening fright. The air is frigid, death comes soon, Soulless I am throughout this night.

Where would this poor world be If all the stupid people that we always see Just ceased to exist? Surely the world would not persist! Or would it continue turning Though all the land is burning As we sit assuring ourselves that it is not so? And what would happen if there were no fools? No idiots to break the rules, No standard for us to compare What is right or what is unfair? Would the fish begin to die? Would the birds forget how to fly? We would probably stare at the sky and wonder, "why is it so?" And what if we all lost our sight? What if we were unable to watch morons fight? And is it too much to ask for them to learn T

Kingly in his appearance with Raven hair and deep hazel eyes, I gaze longingly at his photograph, Missing him with every inch of my Soul, for he is the man I love. Only with him do I feel secure, Never doubting his loving words. For some time we both learn to Understand and love one another, Reflecting in the knowledge that Ying and Yang actually does exist.

Rising like the newborn sun, I Open slowly, steadily, willingly, Showing the world my conviction. Love has been always good to me, You only have to witness my smile. Never do I welcome bitterness, an Unattractive trait tainting others, Causing their heart to turn ice cold. Holding my head up with glowing pride, I dance, avoiding dark outskirts where Hatred and corruption strongly resides. An everlasting melody is my gift to you, Calling out above cracking thunder and Howling winds, chasing away any doubt. Any time you need a friend, I am always Near, filling you with joy and wonder.

Yellow streaks decorate the horizon, Allowing the sun and earth to meet. Marvel at the wonder that fills this Amazing world and always be blessed. Humanity blossoms in its glorious reign, Awaiting you to stand out from the crowd. Rejoice in being alive, for you will soon Understand ancient wisdom and knowledge.