Britney Hogue

The salty ocean air
And the crashing white caps
Of the wide open beach serenity
In my wildest fantasies
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The warming sunshine on my back
And a light breeze blowing my gold hair
I sit on a bridge over a cool crystal stream
My feet explore the shiny rocks below
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Why have things become like this
So many watery, painful tears
And blackened, sad hearts
In the youngest of souls
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Walking home from the job I keep,
In this downtown city we call civilized,
I feel as if I’m the only one with eyes,
Unobstructed so to see the truth of matters.
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And look at you, standing there
Looking like your better than me
Yea you have looks and money
But what does that help
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There’s an image of you
That I cannot remove
From my memories imagery
It's so serene, so beautiful
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Coming home after a long leave
Is always comforting.
It’s funny how a home is a home,
And not just a house or building.
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A beautiful new spring day
The grass, new tender and green
The trees, sprouting new leaves
A small rose vine climes a tree
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This was all such vanity,
Without the slightest purpose,
Without a half decent reason.
Like so many others seen today,
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Why is it
That no one can see
What I can
The beauty in this world
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I walk across this thinning line of life
Overstep it and it’s unto the black abyss
The fury of what the world has finally become
With no one caring what tomorrow brings
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Do you ever feel lost?
In this struggle we call life
Like everyone has turned away
And left you all alone
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Many I'm sure contemplate there death
Including myself
Wondering the place and time and how
Many fear death even a peaceful passing
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Its sometime in the night
Possibly even early morning
I wake from a restless sleep
Accompanied by a retched dream
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It’s funny how
Two hearts in love
Aren’t bothered by much
Not only a little rain
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As twilight breaks
She awakes from her sleep
She steps from the den
With four of her young
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It’s as wet as a flood
Red as the rose of love
Irresistible to the vampire
And it’s pouring from my head
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Love me for who I am
Not what you perceive
Were all imperfect humans
Just in our own little ways
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The irritated and bleeding wounds
Just don’t seem to heal
I hold this tight pressure
But they just don't seal
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There’s an image of you
That I cannot remove
Its so serene, so beautiful
It only happens once a day
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