MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE

Ode to the people who were forgotten
They were once loved and cared for

Ode to their lives
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Babbling brook, cleanse me,
Crisp essence of current.
Flowing where the sky whistles,
Cascading about the mountains.
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Be free,
Smell the perfume of the heavenly flowers.
Sing of the love that lingers in your heart,
The love that overshadows all evil.
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I know why the caged bird sings,
Brawny and determined as he himself believes.
Screaming for freedom with every flaccid movement,
Being neglected with every sincere heart.
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A sheet blowing in the breeze,
Pausing with every burst of stillness.
Swaying with weight less love,
Continuous kinetic energy.
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Reflecting image of a girl,
Stalking her shadow.
Painting a moral of graffiti,
Counting the bones.
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The tears of a dying girl,
Flowing like rain.
Harder and Harder,
Silenced by fear.
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Crippled by the torment,
Replenished by the love.
Everlasting spear,
Raging the land for it's target.
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A red flower crisping in the Sun,
Withering away with every blaze.
Crumbling to dust,
By an overheated furnace.
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Among the trees,
Bright are the stars.
Tall and warm,
As the morning blaze.
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In awe of your smile.
Your eyes sparkle like heated coal.
Clothes ironed to crispy thread,
Walking with joy resting in your veins.
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The Sunshine sparks like a fire,
Waiting to be doused by the moonlight.

It's presence astounds people,
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Tolerance is the frosting on the cake of life,
It is very important if you want to be tasteful.
People want to be accepted for who they are,
And to have a purpose in life.
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Trapped in a box,
Gasping for air!
Muffled screams of the past,
Silently stalking the glimmering moon.
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My heart screams for love,
It longs for a pulse from the body.
It cringes at rejection,
Dangling from a stream of hope.
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