Dense

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Within the deep green foliage 
I see colors promising
To burst up through the day’s wreckage 
And say that all’s okay
But I’m telling you 
I tell myself
All they are 
Are liars

Marionette 

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Be my DJ baby 
Spin what you know slays me
Play no well-worn grooves
Compel all my moves

Latin if you please
Rock my world with ease
Soul will find its way
New Age and I may

Now -I don’t mean maybe
Be my DJ baby

Charms

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Some fine day
One lucky mate
While others clutch their pints
We’ll set a spell
Watch, then walk on by 
Into the green
Arm in arm
Click our heels 
There’s your magic

Chord

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This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll 
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark

This will resonate 
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex 
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others 
Those fleeted fifty-two bones

Pathos

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Mock the freeze

Write of it

Photograph it often

For when its sharp refreshment fades away

Your comfort from the warm, high ground 

Your concern kept at bay

Will taste of only salt 

And tears

And grey

Sheer

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Yes and I did not sleep warm last night
While each sentence you speak thinks now it holds leverage with my sleepy senses
In fact it holds none
My muddled thoughts aren’t muddled at all
They are determined
To not be 
Taken
Advantage
Of
So I can clearly tell this
I love who I see
A weakness of mine I’d not trade as a weaker one would
Though I marvel at the back 
And forth
I don’t tire
It is why you still stand