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Not Promised

We aren't promised property for another to bequeath.

Picture Perfect By Rebellious_Soul inspired the following. Thanks Rebs Possessions can be pledged to another, but the soul, the heart, are only the owners to gift. Only when given freely,can the heart radiate, and accept, love's magic. No other knows,no o...

Afraid of the unknown Dancing at twilight Red moon above Lonely and Alone Entering danger Quiet peace gone Giggles exciting Darkening clouds Lightening flashes Ocean line high Getting up Fear no more Hearts desire Freedom To the unknown Running away

Spread Your Wings

One, Two, ...Three!

I want to spread my wings To learn to fly Sweeping, soaring, diving Across the worlds vast sky I want to soar to heights Where I have never been To see the sights As I have never seen I want to rise So very high above To see the things I would really love...

Hugs

The power of a hug is overwhelming.

Hugging you hugging meCuddled close so tenderlyIn each others armsWe hear no alarmsIn each others eyesThere's no disguiseComfortable togetherHeads light as a featherBeating hearts in rhythmSouls feeling a collisionNot wanting to let goContent with the flo...

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Towhee

Observing a friend at sun up.

My little friend so nice to see.Awaiting the sun tiny Towhee. Feathers fluffed into a ball.On a branch he sounds his call. Catlike mews make his presence known.Flitting from branch to the ground alone. Foraging the grass for bugs to eat.Then back to the t...

Hymne a la Libertè.

Shall we sing once more.

Shall we sing out once moreOur hymn of freedom Our song of liberation,Our ode to the people's progressionTo heights of truth and justice at last. Shall we gather once moreIn the bars of raucous stimulation,In the pubs of public contemplation,In the saloon...

My Fantasy

In my fantasy world everything is perfect, opening my eyes to reality, I pretend to forget the past.

Evocative, redolent thoughtsspread through out my mind,as I stare at images played. Carrying me to a fantasy-land,laying naked in the moon light,draped together under the stars. Only a navaho blanket between us,the meadow grass and flowers.Soft breezes ca...

Exoneration

If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it...

Forgiveness is the key to unlocking the feelings felt from yours and others past transgressions. It is ancient history. Let it go, it only weighs you down.Placing the key inside the lock can be the hardest thing to do.After that obstacle is overcome, the...

I still go there with youin a beautiful and sweet hazesurrounded by our serenityourselves up thereour mind out of our bodiesI happily drift all the wayto the world we createdthe place we buildwhere we forged our freedompure and truewhere we killed eviland...

Can you miss something you have never had? Do the pigeons desire the thumbs, the hands, we swear by, that have gotten us so far? Do they feel its absence as strongly as they feel the sun on their back? Do the fish miss the lungs that allow the animals to...