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WrathThe blindness of rage fills the mind
With the violence of every day.
That seems not so hard to find
But harder to hold at bay.
Ira's selfishness causes us to rot
As destruction fills the world,
With a hate filled and revengeful thought
Because of the Demons with the smiles ever so curled.
Cuts and burns ever so scarring
Can cause the soul to cry.
While you are burying
Your self with a sigh.
So don't let the anger fill you
For getting back is harder then finding a clue.
A Hundred YearsI wish I could save you, even though
You are just part of my prayers and memories.
I only knew you for part of my ever so sort life,
But I feel like I've known you a hundred years.
Yet you are no longer here, except at heart.
I wish I could have been with you that day,
Then I could have told you to stop.
I pray to God, hoping he could give you
A second chance. Though knowing that chance would never come.
Just know, no matter what may happen to us
We still love you.
The Mountain Filled WestSince that day that seemed to pass like thunder
On a summers night, I haven't been able to sleep
Through the night. Since the day that seemed to pass
Like thunder without a good-bye. All I can think about
Are the days before, and compare them to now. Hoping
And praying to see you again, knowing it may be soon.
As the stars fill this night, all I can think of
Is you. Even as you have gone away, and are
Only with me inside my dreams.
With me in dreams you will be, as I look up,
Up to the starry nights of the mountain filled west.
Last Good-byeLoving him is like a stone in the heart,
Not ever knowing whether he actually does care
Or if it's just all pretend. Making a fresh start
And actually having it work is rare.
Wishing that my heart was as strong as steel
So this pain I feel inside wouldn't hurt so bad.
My heart may still hafta' heal,
But all the feelings are welling up making me sad.
But babe the way you make me feel
Is almost unnatural, I would do almost anything
To have you as my own, even though the wish's unreal.
But all I find myself doing is wishing and hoping.
This is for the one whose smile is brighter then the night sky,
But consider this my one and only good-bye.
The Ones With WingsThe sky bleeds through with sunlight
As the angles sing a song of love and happiness,
A feeling that we cannot truly feel,
Even those who have found the one
They want to love, and hold forever on,
Do not love the way and angle does.
With love ever so pure
And faces carved to be beautiful,
They protect us as the guardians
Of god, but forgetting the ones they love
Is harder than it looks, for their love is strong and pure.
So run away with them, to a world of love
Where the ones you love are waiting,
The forgotten hero's lying in their graves,
So go home to the one, those one who cares
And the ones who have forgotten what its like, to truly live,
So run, run with them to a place as beautiful as the ocean blue,
And more exotic than the rain forest of South America,
To a place filled with sunlight, and the ones with wings,
To a place where all who are care about are there, to a life free of fear.
Let Your Soul be FreeMay you Shlomo rest in peace forever.
Let yourself have peace of mind knowing
all will be alright.
May you be remember for your sacrifices.
May you forgive all those who have harmed you.
May you find your wide Sarah and Tzipora.
May you be healed of the wounds a pound your body.
May your soul sore above the clouds
let it go and be free.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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