A single face, a double smile.
It tells a grim tale, often and again.
Forever the center, whichever and when.
Switching gears can last a mile.
Open curtains and shutters, an empty bed.
Gossips of silence, contributions from the dead.
A beating heart, made stronger by chains.
When the lock opens, I summon the rains.
The docile fall, the watchful rise.
The current calm, simply the eye.
A storm surrounds, yet none can see.
Driven to false hopes and beliefs.
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No one man, no woman or child.
No shadowy puppets, not a thing of pride.
Simply the rumblings, always tumbling.
Down a slope of slippery sorts.
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An ending we hope.
But to what, fair or poor?
She dances a step, a note on her breath.
The smile and grin, a lonely race to win.
Made to follow, made to stay, the game is played unfairly well today.
Keep the course, eye on the end.
Whatever the action, remember the trend.
A type of simple sighs.
A gorgeous enjoyment.
While ripe, the ego bright.
At the peak, the bane to night.
Dressing a storm with fire, this is a tale of woes.
Not for the story, for that brings wisdom and thought.
But for the fork in the road, the path erodes.
I show you the beginnings, do mind the rot.
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We begin with a gentle talk, an idle banter of sorts.
A laugh and a smile, an echo deep in the heart.
An unwinding of chains, a changing of courts.
What idle words made new, a growing start.
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A wonder, a surprise, a forgiven demise.
The chance given gladly, the words said madly.
They stared at the stars, a bursting of spars.
An angry verse given fire, a snapping of wire.
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Driven apart, a new seed takes root.
In poison soil, a sapling sprouts.
A bad idea, the plant decides.
And just like that, it withers, and dies.
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And then we hear the numbers chime,
The three echoed words, the whispers of primes.
Locked with a key of laughter, a chain of iron,
The heat beats on, but for now without rhyme.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
Then wait more than seven years and at least you’ll be in good company.
The time is right, the apple ripe.
A moment to change, a shift in blame.
The burden is mine, the results are yours.
A crimson tear, a fragile door.
The mighty approach a point where they can no longer hide from the weak.
Look your betrayer in the eye.
Grant him his peace, born from a lie.
A field of green, a field of blue.
Always waiting, always you.
Let’s begin again, just you and me.
We’ll sail to stars and distant galaxies.
We’ll climb over obstacles and leave the bad behind.
Let’s live for us, not for them.
Let’s make our concert heard from Mars.
We’ll never let the circle break.
No longer lost, but found.
In tumultuous storm, quieted by a smile.
Lost and broken dream, whole at last.
Yet a winter approach, welcoming hands.
Keep the eyes upward, the choice is clear.
Clearly you, forever, an eternity of honesty.
Speak a dream, of song and stream.
A miracle mile, a grin’s a smile.
An obvious word, those written before.
As well as those and so on and so forth.
The shadow’s gaze, under written word.
Lyrical verb, written as verse.
Careful measure, with precious sound.
The beat, the drum, the tune is found.
