Stuart Logan

Far away,
Never knew.
How this love,
Could make me blue.
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The satin heart beats with frenzied fire,
That melts away the pain.
The molded set of mirth and mire,
The dampened eternal rain.
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Blackness shrouds the empty floor,
While shadows dance upon the door,
A memoriam of forgotten flaw,
Heart beating fast with eternal plight.
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The moon, it now hangs freely,
Like a crystal ball among the trees.
I stand, waist deep in water,
Too much longer and I will freeze.
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I've had a wish fulfilled,
But all I want is more.
Forever I've been knocking,
upon my angel's door.
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Sleeping in the car,
Lover by my idle side.
Sunset in the far,
Not worried about the ride.
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Tigers roar,
In my mind,
An echo of a sacrosanct religion,
Lost to the ages.
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The twilight summer stars glitter above,
as they swing around the earth.
The sacred moon hangs over me,
and quietly casts a spell of heatwaves and light in the dark.
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The Black Swan sighs,
As it glides across the inky water,
Like ice.
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I sit upon the earthen floor,
Staring up at my first vision.
My true emotion revealed.
But as I Imprint,
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Many wonder of Buddhism.
Christianity.
Paganism.
But many seem to assume that we have no control of our own destiny.
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A Holden dusty ute,
Drives down the pitch black road.
The subtle engine mute,
Above the stones he strode.
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The white light floats,
Above my head.
Sitting like,
A spool of thread.
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A beautiful night,
A beautiful girl,
by my side.
We sit.
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In the victored mountains high,
Among the wild ashen oaks.
Three demon men plan evil deeds,
Under twilight cloaks.
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Eyes watch me,
Like a pulpit lord,
Commanding the verses,
With an onmipotent force.
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Torn between a rock and a hard place,
I lay in my bed,
Wondering.
Pondering.
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Upon the lower country,
That combines the sea and sand.
Freedom fights for justice,
In this redundant land.
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Broken Valentine

Beauty lay in wreck,
As the full moon hangs in the air,
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Within the darkest broken heart,
Where the Black Rose starts to bloom.
A pain, it sits and waits within,
Like the eclipsed winter moon.
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