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Deep

 

They say that your eyes are a window to your soul,

 

what if that soul was out of control, running wild as the wind,

 

what you would give to feel whole again,

 

time heals wounds and scars of the heart,

 

and while this happens you and your soul slightly part.

 

 

Out of your deepest hole you climb

 

and day by day with each small step you reclaim your right to life

 

second, third, fourth time around, who,s counting, only those men of might.

 

No man or woman is absent from pain or desire, sometimes they go hand in hand and often conspire.

 

 

 

So when you light up, and the shadow that surrounded you is gone,

 

you arrive back to yourself, know that you are strong.

 

For you have suffered at a cruel hand for so long, that the song you sing now

 

is where you belong. 

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Dilemma

 

 

How can we go with the flow

 

for the love that we brought into this world soon will grow,

 

The eyes of innocence look upon our faces,

 

they see in us what we see in them

 

The matter at hand is not if but when.

 

 

Our hearts and minds stand up to so much

 

but as this child grows, and the more he knows,

 

and the choices he faces, will it come to blows.

 

For now we can put clothes on his back, but how much longer can we stay on track.

 

 

We steadfastly continue to throw him our love, waiting for some intervention on earth or above.

 

The clock is ticking fast, and the hands never go back, you long for a chance to cut the slack.

 

For now there is peace in the family heart, and we hold on to this, and may never we part

 

We keep one eye on each other, and one on the road, because the dark stranger in our lives needs to be sold.

 

The hammer comes down, and the time is at hand, our love pushes him away, and he can no longer stand.

 

 

 

I would never yank your chain Spicy, perhaps lick your wounds.

 

Much thanks and love.

 

Zoocat. 

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You in me

 

With eyes so bright

 

like headlights in the night

 

I feel like I am in you

 

can you feel me too.

 

 

You came upon me many moons ago,

 

what did you think, please let me know.

 

You carry your load down a long road, let me take some of that weight from you.

 

With my hands open and my heart repaired and then broken again and again.

 

Just for you to see me would remove some of that pain.

 

 

I bid you goodnight to sleep gently and tight, 

 

let the wind sing to you songs of delight

 

Don,t fret for me, my heart is as strong as a tree.

 

A hundred year old oak with rings to tell its tale

 

That,s when we can speak after all this has set sail.

 

 

For I know too we must wait, as the passage of time says it is never too late.

 

Go on with your deeds and feed your herd your words

 

and let your companions strike the chords that bring us great joy

 

for we are your brethren, yes every girl and boy. 

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Night 

 

The soft rain trickles down your face

 

as we sit on this hill facing the rising moon

 

it glistens on your skin like salty tears

 

and then dries up to remind us that this treat will be gone just as soon.

 

 

We steal through the shadows that flicker in the light

 

and then stop for a moment to take in the sight

 

the city below us sleeps, we race the passing clouds in bounds and leaps.

 

Playing for keeps with a love like this, is a gift from the heavens, and we embrace with a kiss.

 

 

Out of breath but far from done we lay on the grass and wait for the sun.

 

telling each other what our hearts desire, naming each star and getting higher and higher.

 

A natural glow fills us both up, two thirsty souls take a drink from loves cup.

 

So lost in each other, and the night is our cover as we sit there in wonder.   

 

 

 

 

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Impending

 

She lays next to me

 

her breathing so low

 

that I place my ear to hers just to know.

 

My love for her is comparable to the sea and the tides carry our fortunes.

 

 

What can be so wrong about a day of reckoning.

 

Is life not a wheel that tirelessly keeps turning, spitting us out and churning and burning.

 

For it throws us together, and then we plant seeds of love on our patch

 

These unite us even further when they bloom and then hatch.

 

 

The forces that find us and keep us together

 

also have a dark twin who only wants to sever

 

A fight so huge as this for our love to continue to exist

 

is one we both are armed for by our time served in bad weather.

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An Undying Thirst

 

The rain washes away the salt from your skin

 

but cannot remove the beauty within.

 

the sun comes out to let you begin again, its rays remove pain.

 

Seeing yourself in all the troubles that you saw,

 

hunting down the curse that keeps you on the floor,

 

for a man drinks his fill from the cup of life,

 

and when it is gone, all that is left is strife.

 

 

Those left behind are of a mind that he was the one.

 

But now he is gone, and there feeling is numb.

 

The forseeable future holds gold, but when all is done, said and told,

 

it pales in comparison to the riches of his soul.

 

 

This is the time when the fruit of his loins take up his legacy,

 

carrying his love as well as his coins.

 

They build a fort around them, just as before,

 

and make it impenetrable to men without love as their law.

 

 

He looks down upon them as they go about this, tracing his memories in their hand as they live.

 

He is their invisible guide, he sits on their shoulders and won,t let them slide.

 

They feel him too, for a family such as this carry a power so infinite that time never dies.

 

 

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Don,t Push Me Away( I want to stay).

 

 

I have feathered my nest

 

and passed every test.

 

You have seen this, is it not so?

 

I have plied my trade peacefully,  don,t make me go.

 

 

For the love I have here is second to none,

 

my children and her shine in me like the sun,

 

but a father can be forlorn when his identity is torn,

 

In his darkest hour trouble can be reborn.

 

 

So gather your hearts together, and be of one mind,

 

and give this ragged man a way to climb.

 

For the ladder of success is a slippery slope,

 

I never say die, but sometimes lose hope.

 

 

The town that I love, the city that fits me like a glove from my childhood days,

 

has grown cruel and difficult to find a way out of the maze.

 

My hands are able, and my body is strong,

 

are you willing to help me belong?

 

I dream of the time that I can be truly free,

 

to achieve everything I set out to do and be.

 

An eternal truce with everything reset back to zero.

 

A bringer of peace, not another hero.

 

 

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I had another vision last night, I was in an auditourium and Bono was baiting the audience with some kind of rant, Then he was joined by the other members of U2 as well as a another set of musicians comprising violinists, and trumpets etc.

 

They then proceeded to play a new song that may or may not have been called The Alluring Sea, Sea was in it though,

 

The song was outstanding, a real roller coaster ride from the word go, I remember Bono,s vocal sounding so powerful like I have never ever heard before.

 

It was like U2 on steroids, a most memorable experience, and I actually remembered most of it.

 

I have been listening to so much classical music lately, so I guess its no surprise that it has seeped into my subcontious.

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Always At The Door

 

 

Master of illusion

 

Prince of intrusion

 

King of corruption, lurking in the shadows, the opposite of construction.

 

Watching your back for you without your consent, the wolves of this pack will never repent.

 

 

The darkness will be their doom, and their houses fall under gloom.

 

I lock out their laughter and bury it deep, for my soul is spoken for, and the price is not cheap.

 

Behind closed doors they barter for it, but their money is poison and their words are worth spit.

 

 

They come for me in ways that I cannot control,

 

but when they appear before me my skin turns cold.

 

This is my saviour, my intricate switch,

 

that keeps me on my side, and goes off without a hitch.

 

 

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