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Look to the stars,
he said to me,
when you feel lonely,
it is there you will see:

The fullness and emptiness
of the clear open space.
Every aspect of grandeur
when you can't see my face.

The moon is your shield,
that protects you at night.
Warding off shadows
and giving you might.

The wind is a reminder
of my embrace-
of the last time I saw you,
remember that place?

The stars they shine
like my undying love.
So remember my dear,
always look above.

So when you can't remember,
or you feel alone...
remember my love,
it is like a stone.

Aphasiastic

I can't stand the pressure,
I like to speak,
words swirl in my head
like a clogged up sink.

My mouth doesn't work
when I want it to.
Like spirited sparrows,
my thoughts, they flew.

Watching each nuance,
gesture and blink.
I think I've figured it out-
I think, I think.

Consume

Sipping quietly.
Sipping it down.
Like velvet touch,
Down without a sound.

Like raindrops piercing
my senses and ears.
Spilled so loudly,
but for only my ears.

Bitter, yet sweet
with notes of pear.
Every utterance poured.
Not a note to spare.

Indulged by sensation
of taking you all in,
syllable by word,
they slip down like gin.

Cross

Silver around a finger
with an image of a Cross.
To believe or not?
I can't fathom the loss.

Worn as a symbol
of eternal devotion.
To the Man himself
with undying emotion.

At a glance it is vain
with lustrous tone.
But a reminder
you are never alone.

Phoenix

Dropped from my wing:
One small feather.
Sinking into ash.
Red-orange in color.

Snuffed out by the wind,
blowing forth change.
Quick in the moment-
to be reborn is strange.

New energy and essence
as I shoot to the sky.
Ash flaking off my body-
as I will never die.

Dreaming?

I find you,
and your ways,
very distasteful,
as we revolve for days.

Rocking away,
on the raft in the puddle.
The real intentions...
they begin to muddle.

As the roots sprout
from my fingers and toes-
this planet is my home
and I do not want to go.

Unable to awaken
from this lucid dream, I turn.
Staring faceless in the mirror,
yet my eyes they still burn.

Work

To negate your value:
that is what I opine.
It's very easy, see,
you will pay one small fine.

Be sure you are ready.
You can never go back.
Once it is said,
humility is what you lack.

Do not fret of the Lord,
and how His judgement skates.
We'll teach you the terms
and precisely how to hate.

Step One is quite simple:
To me you will give your soul.
You won't need it for what's next.
Consider it sold.

Step Two is not easy.
Your emotions will be fake.
Start your mighty witch hunt.
Verbally drown them in a lake.

If you pass this step
you may proceed to the tower.
Continue with hubris,
it should take no more than an hour.

At the precipice
there lies a Troll.
A keeper of the network,
the bell he must toll.

The ringing commences,
as your words travel on.
There's no taking them back,
or telling the damage you've done.