Tiffanie Lein
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One friday by the pier
Bag in hand, and another
Above the clock struck vier*
Remained two people still under
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Threw a kite out to the heaven
A gust caught up and up it went
So did I, a thousand feet and seven,
Powerless in wrath of nature lent.
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In doubt I think my thoughts aloud,
Questions, answers: none but mine.
A thousand ears pick up my sound,
But only one can move to brine.
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a cow is a cow it cannot crow,
just stand on four by the green field hills;
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Like hallowed sounds and voices lost
In silent, seething ire.
Wither to reel back of accost,
This wild and raging fire?
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28 February 2008
We all have dreams.
Somebody's got to start somewhere
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25 Feb 2008
The name’s A, like a thunder cloud
Above your head I hover about.
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Silken movements through the air
Embraces the teeth of a gentle giant
Random motions on black and fair
Soothes the static so defiant
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I kicked a stone to gauge its fall
Ten, twenty feet to the aphsalt.
Inside my lungs a biter gall,
Of remembrance that was my fault.
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Dark shadows whispering soft
Haunting vision cloud the eyes
Senses stalled and motion lost
Reality cast far out in mire
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29 February 2008
The warmth that once upon a time resided
Snuggling near the beating drum
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The brown and hard small silicon beads
That slam into our caravan
Tire the camels that pull and lead
And mar the trudge across the land.
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Four years past in quiet bearing
Each day non I do not stand
At the road fork, heart just baring
But foiled by face twas feigned as bland.
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left behind a certain life
in attempt of something new;
escaped a certain inner strife
privi to only few.
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This world is rich in touch and sounds
Of green paperbacks and solid gold
Or maybe the nickel and copper around
Entwined in goods and cash enfold
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*complicated Species
10 sep 08
For Li.
Women are an awful lot
So hard to comprehend;
Clinging on to what they've got,
Yet demanding the world from men.
Delicate like porcelain dolls
And touchy creatures too:
Oh, but once you've got her gall
You'll end up in a loo.
She claims that 'oh, nothing is wrong',
So you carry on with football.
Trust me, pal, it won't be long
You'll be licking your wounded balls.
Her actions though seemingly simple,
Beware the mind behind it:
If you ain't a clue don't try to fumble
Coz she'll roast you on a spit.
So friend while you're still young and able,
Steer clear, don't take the gamble!
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