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Aaron Combs Jun 2021
In the summer night, below the sunshine,
I met you darling, here, and all of your friends.

And like you're golden earring, you became my energy
the whisper to my night, the sparkle in the ocean deep.
And when we waited for the morning song of the sunlight,
from this time on, you became a part of Romania to me.

For below the skylit ocean, in Varme Vece
between the purple, red, and blue stars, and you.
In all the colors of the blue, I want you to
Remember America golden skies when I leave.

So in the "Glo"of the clubs, or light and fame
of another day when you lead in therapy,
and when you restore the might of the weak,
Or between the wine and dine, and good games,

in the same way, my dear, you know you can find meaning
From these summer nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, you also can be mended - you do know.  

So when you struggle and trying to find the words to say,
When you yourself feel lower than the ocean sand,
you can trace these memories, and search for my hands,
and fall in line and feel warm and safe in these summer days.
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Aaron Combs May 2021
Beneath a blue and velvet skyline,
lie the buried ruins of grandmother’s dreams—
a cactus fence dividing heaven from hell,
where stress deepens, and whispers keep secrets.
Yet still, we sing—of us, of light,
of the newness rising with the day.

The King’s song is always playing—
a rhythm spun from his sacred guitar.
From his hand, dreams are strummed
into color, into healing:
bloodstream over bloodstream,
muscle into bone,
and humanity becomes free again.

But time, relentless, steals the rings of planets.
The oceans of stars fall like ash from heaven,
islands of gold dissolve to dust,
and people collapse into longing.
All wisdom seems lost—
yet moonlight remains,
and still, the King’s dreams set us free.

So come—
Sing.
If we sing his song,
our hearts will grow like the giant trees of Brazil,
and the river of hope will flow full and perfect.

Dance beneath this promise.
Lift your voice like starlight.
Pour your wine and give me your heart—
for His love carries us,
and beneath this red rooftop,
we may rest without fear.

Can you see it?
The ocean mirrored in the sky
above the Brazilian shore,
resting and healing the soul of the green earth.
So let me hold you.

Like your wedding ring,
my voice will shine in the quiet of the broken night.
You’ll feel the ocean of memories
right here—
in my hand.

Let my voice unlock creation,
echoing the language of your dreams and desire.
For I love you.

And now—
see the moonlight reigning over the stars,
painting grace into the still night.

As the moon stands crowned with power,
so too shall I open the gates of our dreams—
as your King.
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Aaron Combs Feb 2021
By the thousand roses near Carroll Street,
I feel our eyes can meet, like a moissanite memory.

So let’s turn our jokes into dreams,
Oh, what are you doing to me?
I miss you, I miss you so,  
What are you doing to me?

Like the Marie Moonlight, I will lift you
high like the moon White Panda sky,
like prayers of fire, I'll hold you tight.

And when you graduate,
people will cheer your name, my dear, 
 and your name will never fade,
Yet when you come back to fear,
you can take  my hand, and dance,
feel alive once again.

For like the womb of the morning,
whether seventeen troubles or three,
In time the skies will set everything free -
Just like your candle wishes on April week.

And in the summer and your healing hands,  
I'll dance with you like a moissanite memory.
Dedicated to ....
Aaron Combs Jun 2020
This, this song I made you, let it pierce your heart,
like the silver moon earrings, the ones I gave you,close your eyes,

Let me hold you on high.
Let me hold you on high.

Like the Kansas fields that outnumber the stars,
let's walk on the wheat fields of gold, for even
if I can't forgive you, my heart will freely love you.

Over and over, over and over,

like red Georgia Peaches,  like Florida Beaches,
wave after wave, I’ll show you a new song,
So we can be one again,  let it all sweep you away.  
For the diamonds at dusk, are waiting for us.

For like the Chicago sunrise, let the power of it's sunrise,
sing you back to life, until you are alive and washed by dreams.

Embrace me, hold on, like a California dream, pretend it's just me,
like the ring on your finger, let this be,
let this be, a time between you and me.

For if you harden your heart, lets go back to one,
let me be like your silver moon earrings,

let me hold you on high.
let me hold you on high.
Aaron Combs Mar 2020
Of a cold harlots stare,
No time to fill but curses to bear..
Shadowing the weakness that drains us,
Overpowered by the dust and lust...
Fragmented in fury, corrupted in cold seasons,
Absent of glory
Far from life's reason...
We writhe on the scabs we've carved,
Licking wounds and mummyfying empty ****** wombs...
Inhauling, death-sent horror shards,
To embrace an ever carcass lit tomb....
Your surrogate songs caress,
Tender tunes to ripen flesh harness.
In these ruins I bleed our tunes..
The **** in sunshine ruined in rhythms,
Deflowerd by the moon's bloom
Ever harking blind. .
Bonded by lost time.
In magic moments the reality was shattered.
Battered by the show man's climb..
Forgotten, the waste and withered, clown fragment chimes.
Fool for the blood pool
Expendable **** tool,
Skinless in shadows beneath a Jester's rule...
I wear the cloth your disgrace has benighted me..
by Mark Davis
Aaron Combs Mar 2020
My world, my light, be pulled into my gravity.
My sweet cradle of sunshine, let me set you free.

Like a eagle of the night, God is always watching over us,
Let the pain roll like the Guatemala wind, let it roll away,
we will climb higher mountains than these,
for there will be blue skies, there will be blue skies.

By Texas, we'll be free,
By Georgia, we'll feel alive,
By Colorado, we'll touch the sky.
By Ireland, I'll be your summer.
By Carolina, I'll hold you up high.
By Romania, I'll be your armor,
By this world, I'll hide you  -

In the New Jersey Light.
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