RoseOh of days long gone Of kisses so sweet Of shadows so subtle and so beautifulRose
Of love and life and moments between us
Consumed
Oh of twinkles and beauty Of little lights Of dancing diamonds and memories so sweet
Of sparkles and stars and moments between us
Forsaken
Oh of the fires that smolder Of embers in the wind and flames subdued
Of hope and passion and moments between us
Empty
So fuck these miles and fuck these years and fuck it
Little LightsStaring at the stars Peering into the glinting little lights It occurs to me just how little I really amLittle Lights
The paradox of perception drifts in I can only ponder in muddled bemusment
Those little glinting lights winking in the dark like smiling eyes
I'm nothing compared to them I'm not even worth being a wink, a glint, a glimmer To them I don't even exist
A person standing on one of those little lights would see a little light winking back at them The light of nothing but my world as a whole
The king of kings of that little star is wo
EmpathyI am just a man Who wears the wings of an angel Blackened and brokenEmpathy
I am just a man Who holds a rose in my hand Burned and discarded
I am just a man With a tear in his eye One more dream that will never come true
I am just a man With his shadow huddled close to his feet For he is the only one who knows how I have suffered
I am just a man Who silently thanks you for my dinner The blessings of stale bread and table scraps
All I know is the rags clinging to my bones I call this space… a cardboard box…
The Shepherd's Staff 00PrologueThe Shepherd's Staff 00
"And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world." --Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
My eyelashes stick together, all gluey half-crystallized molasses when I try to open my eyes. The thick syrupy feeling has gotten deep into the center of my head, slowing it down nearly to a halt like freezing the tumultuous churning of the center of the world. My lips cling together too, and the peeling sensation tickles. I'm all bundled up in some heavy fabric, thick and fuzzy like the kind my little brother has in his crib back home.
The LineThe Line 3.2.98The Line
There's an invisible line between them and me, Between those who give in
and those who are free, When was it drawn, how
did I miss it, How were we separated on
each side of it, Are they stronger than me or am I stronger than them Is it right or wrong of me
not to give in, Stupidity doesn't become
them at all, And I don't know if I'll be there when they fall, Down and down they plummet 'til death, Will the line be that when
they take their last breath?
By - T.E.G.
Get on ther li'el doggey
Eager
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