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Brown yellow rusted pages
None read
None would for ages
Lying on the pave

Blurred is the title and name
Lost dream and never born fame
Wisdom of long bearded sages
Dumped in the grave

Dusty old forgotten write
Feasted upon by termite
What to author full of sense
Fetch not any pence

Should I buy take home to read
Not treat it like just **** ****
Spend some time in smelling old
See if bring some gains?
 Feb 2016 AP Staunton
ryn
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•let my secrets be buried unknown•
never to resurface, never again shown•one
mistake was all it took...•invested my heart
in an unassumin-                g crook•that was
enough to set m-                   y world on fire•
fuel for wagging to-       ngues' desires•days
only elapsed with l-        eers from disgusted
eyes and whispere-          d mocks•time was
inconsequential o-              n faceless clocks•
a hard lesson lea-                 rnt, painful price
to pay•now i have my secrets heavily pad-
locked... and the key thrown away•
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Living is easy
In the times it's not hard

Once we've learned the rules
We have a fighting chance

No one knows for sure
Until they put the hammer to the anvil

Once I was blind
To the messes I made now I see

Same old story
Same long songs and dance

Reap sow sow reap
Wiser  than I said these things

Not saying who am I
To question I have that right

So much to learn
More than a lifetime to learn it

When I rest my bones
My head darts forward and my heart recalls

It isn't a matter
Of better than or worse

More like a balance
I need to strike

It's true what they say
about vibes...

My key is to keep those vibrations
In some kind of light

All those hurtful things
I lay claim to

They travel space and time
I never knew I was in control

Now I have a fighting chance
Knowing what I need to know
A beautiful torture, a delicate dance
If I want to even have a chance

Of how much affection to show, what to hold back
I don't know what you think, what feelings you lack
How much of what I think is real
Never knowing how you feel


Every now and then I look into your eyes
I see through the disguise
Other times your body language pushes me away
Keeping me at a distance, waiting in the gray

So I back off, not wanting to say things to soon
Not wanting what we have to lie in ruin
So I dance around the edges
Perouette around the wedges

Your passion shows me the way
For when we're alone, our hearts beat out the rhythm that our flesh moves to in the sway
I'm hoping that one day
Your lips speaks, to what your body already seems to say

Till then it's a beautiful torture, a delicate dance
Watching for the clues, if I even want a chance
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