ktarcus ...

Feelings exposed as an open cast mine erupts within the once verdent valley of my soul,
torn asunder by the cancerous claws of a liar.
Black thoughts emenating from a once tranquil mindset,
now content to live out the days in search of the opulent exquisite feeling of revenge.
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Emergence from the valley of the shadow of death!
No mean feat in this God forsaken place.
Learning of many things inwardly forgotten.
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Even if we did?
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Deciding if the time was right to disect just how I feel,
I asked if I could have a chair perhaps, with just one wheel,
to wobble uncontrollably round the corridors of power
not for all eternity but maybe half an hour
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Pretty pictures.
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morning's awakening
The first touch of the morning dew as it manifests itself on the open cup of the hollyhock gazing languidly toward the eastern sky,

The breath of an angel as the warmth of the ground is enfolded within the shear brightness of a summers day,
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True Love.
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I see you but hear nothing for i helped to set you free,
then you fell under the despots hand you were born of tyrany.

Yes i welcome you to this fair land and all i have to give
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Remember how we talked all night,
your folks had gone away,
We rambled through the deep dark times,
back to the light of day.
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Beware all little greebles,
as darkness draws nigh
For the hornswags are watching,
way up in the sky,
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How on earth can I describe,
the sights that I have seen,
while sitting in my warm safe house,
no sign there of a dream.
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Tissues and issues


The look on your face could not disguise,
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Again


You never allow anyone near you
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Silver sequined saphires
dancing in tango with the wind
Whilst lovers leave their legacy
In the mist covered corners of the park
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[ bits and pieces ]


Your eyes look quiet now,
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Remember the kisses we shared
or the walks in the park,
how we cared.
They are long gone now,
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Arabella fortunella was an artiste of some renown
having played the finest theatres,
usually without her gown
But the years had not been kind to her
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Above the bluebells faeries fly
whilst down below the pixies cry
in joy at all the things they weave
with faery dust which abound to leave
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Joey did not like guns but he kept them for his right
it was to be an awful time that late autumnal night
the noises coming from down the stairs
had awakened him with much raised hairs.
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Mary was her name,
plain, simple, uncomplicated,
nothing too troublesome,
if you needed a hand she was there.
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