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the mother of nature

Her tears are softly falling
There is love in everyone
Little moistened kisses
Each kiss for everyone

She lights up the sky’s
She darken up like night
She listens to our nagging
She even gives a fright

She wakes up in springtime
She sleep when the moon light falls
She looks for the windows
She looks to spoil you

She loves the throw a curve ball
She loves to play the game
She loves to see our faces
She loves to make it rain

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my world

The shadow of my finger , as it slowly craves your back
The tingling sensation , as it laps up its own dance

It circles around the poems that I will right for you
Toiling with the notions, and the love I write for you

My words are softly written , like tattoos down your spine
Loving every moment , like the softness of red wine

The waking of emotions , the stirring of our love
You hold my heart so sweetly, like the wearing of a glove

My mind is a virtue, a statue of the world
My world is a Eden , when you are inside my world

Our anniversary is coming , the day we bless our love
Together we are Inviting , for all to share our love

The lusciousness of kisses , you place on to my lips
Looking into your eyes , and how im in to such bliss

Waking up beside you and gazing in your eyes
Looking at my love and how much I love my wife

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The fairground

Waiting at the fair ground
Watching all the Lights
Looking for the mirrors
I will be riding here all night

The queues they slowly dwindle
Next one will I ride
Strapping down the seat belts
Its time to say or to drive

The bumper carts are bouncing
The rifle range is full
The horror house is scary
It’s time I make my move

The candyfloss it shimmers
A sugary hyperactive treat
It settles all the stomach
As we dangle all our feet

The turntables are revving
The music is a lust
The craving is ever exciting
The next ride is a must

Sitting with a stranger
Each one to there own
The light slowly dimming
Its time for the scare and moan

The hotdogs are delectable
The burger are the same
The fairground is for feeding
We all have to make a sound

The night is slowly passing
The passion for a fright
I stand and wait for the next ride
I hope I dont wait all night

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The comet

Ripping down the pillars .
The wall they crumble in .
Nowhere to run now .
The lights they shine with in .

The sun is in the moon light .
The fire burns all night .
The walking in darkness .
Knocked down by the sight .

The Light is ever blinding    .
It pails in the sun light .
Scorching in the meadows .
The glow is ever bright .

Speed is never constant .
We learn from the time .
Things are never borrowed .
Its rush from the tide .

Creators are the birth mark .
A ripple in the past .
moss and dew is spreading .
A punch line in the grass .

We are all just a moment .
Singular in the rhyme .
A looking glass for comets .
Hurtling through all time .

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Zombie apocalypse

Walking threw the forest with death here by my side . The distant sound of groaning and the moon up in the sky . Each step is place with precision and no trace I leave behind . I dont want to be captured so I leave nothing behind .
I’m not sure what the day is , I dont know where I am . I still wonder what happened , and why it fell on to this land .  The world is not the same now , since the world it went to pot . Each day is a constant battle , I dont know how long i got  .
Since the day of infection , we all prayed to gods . It seemed to fall on deaf ears , and the zombies they forgot . No running water or hot food , I carry what I got . Still we have to survive , but the people they forgot . Not seen another person , its been a good few days . I want to hear a voice again , I talking to my brain.
The zombie are the indigenous creatures and humanity just is not . The moons my only companion , and daylight is all for not .
There’s no time for sit and resting , for they lurk behind the trees . I wish I had a break from this but I sleep up in the trees. The battles is never ending , I wish I never bleed . The scent I have attract them , like a swarm the never flees . I can hear the zombies walking , all they do is bump and groan and scream .
I can hear some body calling , I fear im not alone . If they want to attract the zombies , that’s the way that i would go . I think the voice is growing , its getting loader as I wait . I think I want the company , my zombie friends can wait



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The broken puzzle

The colours of the season are tied to the soul
The reason for knowing are a tale untold
The river unwinds for the treasures of gold
We live in a bubble and await the seed to be sowed

Life is a flutter , a whisper or a knock
We all live life to the speed of a drop
The penny will fall , but shall never rain
We light the elements encased in the brain

To live the game but never win
We all have our moments to be the same
Like the joke that tickles the senses
We bend , we mend , we rewind and send

Music is played to tape the way
We live our lifes and how we play
The beat is enduring and the notes are long
We ride the horse of the turbulent Song

This is the evening but not the day
We open the gate to sail away
The thoughts of wonder contained in a cloak
The broken puzzle that never was broke
 

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Bed blues

You get into bed , but your feeling to hot
You kick of the sheets , and take off your socks

You hang out one leg and out goes the other
You toss and turn , saying why do I bother

You lay and rest but all for not
You pull up the sheet and give it another shot

You lay and wait for the bed time blues
The heat has got you and it wont let you choose

One last thing , for you can not rest
You strip off your shirt and do it bare chest

The heat it wilts you and torment your mind 
I’m sleeping in lava or so i feel inside

Then you remember for there’s one last trick
Flipping the pillow so my head wont stick

Now my heads cold I’m falling asleep
Sweet little nothing as im counting the sheep

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