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LIGHT BREAKS WERE NO SUN SHINES. DYLAN THOMAS.

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Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;

Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart

Push in their tides;

And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,

The things of light

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.


A candle in the thighs

Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;

Where no seed stirs,

The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,

Bright as a fig;

Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.


Dawn breaks behind the eyes;

From poles of skull and toe the windy blood

Slides like a sea;

Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky

Spout to the rod

Divining in a smile the oil of tears.


Night in the sockets rounds,

Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;

Day lights the bone;

Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin

The winter’s robes;

The film of spring is hanging from the lids.


Light breaks on secret lots,

On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;

When logics dies,

The secret of the soil grows through the eye,

And blood jumps in the sun;

Ab…

TO A MOUSE. BY ROBERT BURNS

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To a Mouse Robert Burns. On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murdering pattleI'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' requet; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't! Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's win's ensuing, Baith snell an'…

I HEARD A FLY BUZZ.

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Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
 I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –  
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –  
Between the Heaves of Storm – 

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –  
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –  

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –  

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –  
Between the light – and me –  
And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see – 


FLY FLY
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REMEMBRANCE BY WILLIAM MANSON

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It's the outbreak of War
humanity is scared
a time for hurt
no one prepared.
Marching Soldiers
Machines that kill
fired upon people
shooting at will.
Races wiped out
at the click of a gun
tears and sadness
under the sun.
An army of hate
towards your fellow man
they try to hide
the children ran.
Soldiers on orders
killing all ages
rifles at the ready
bombs set with gauges.
Never forget
the millions who died
killed because of race
the people surprised.




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BURNED OUT. ANONYMOUS.

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Mistakes were made and it’s too late to go back. I keep replaying it over and over, thinking ‘what if I did this’ or ‘what if I did that’ So now I sit alone, crying and slowly dying. Wanting to fix it all, but only futility  trying. A burning flame in my heart. The existence I never knew till it danced into my life. I had my chance but didn’t hold on tight. And now flame is gone, extinguished into the dark night. I would do anything to go back in time. Pay more attention and hold dearly the flame that was once mine. The flame illuminated my path and brightened every day. Now that it’s gone, I’m once again lost and know not what to say. She needed 100% and I gave less than that. No one to blame but myself, as I fade into black.

DEPRESSION BY VIOLA TABOR.

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Depression Trials and tribulations were to much for her to bear.The war she fought inside no one seem to care.<><><><>Depression took over her mind, all she did was cry.She felt life wasn’t worth living and she wanted to die.<><><><>Before she left this world, her sins she needed to atone.Her heart was dark and empty cold as a stone.<><><><>On the beach that night, there were footprints in the sand.When she try to take her life, Jesus carried her in His hands.
Viola Jane Tabor © copyright 7/24/2012

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