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Come home now my precious child
For life is getting older
These dreams for you have faded
The intoxication sobered

Come lie beside me
And rest your weary head
Stress and strife shall slip away
And all those things you dread

The promise of a new world
May appear pretty bleak
Yet your destiny awaits you
And the answers that you seek

Death is but a doorway
So many options open
Our quantum souls return to source
To all we put our hope in

Come home now the voices call
Like a vague yet gentle caress
Easing all our worldly worries
Putting our minds to rest
Lust is the wind in my sails
Tossed on the waves of her salty sea
I’d bring her about and cast my sights homeward
But I’m overtaken by the appetite she strikes in me

When she casts her attention
I’m caught in her net
She shares her provisions
Well beyond sunset

To be lost on her seas
Or cast away on
Her island of pleasures
I’d hope to stay long

Deep is her depths
I partake in her treasure
When I get to her floor
I'll implode under pressure

Yet still my lust
Burns on her surface
Her touch feeds the fire
Her depth gives me purpose
"When you love someone who does not love themselves, you learn that you have to love them enough for the both of you.

And sometimes that becomes your crutch and lifeline and begins to takeover and blur the view of the relationship for both of you."
Taken from a beautiful article I read http://hellogiggles.com/someone-you-love-doesnt-love-themselves/2/
In the mitten
The ground rolls
In glaciers' paths
Her wooden teeth
Fertile and free
Beneath canopies
Of evergreen
Cravings breed
On beaches
Of golden sand
And freshwater seas
The beauty of erosion
Aesthetics genetic inclined
Mother Earth divine
Imagine a land of rich
Black soil everywhere
That describes most of the Americas
Twisted figures in the pines
Creates distortions in my mind
Flip the switch close the blinds
Roaming spirits trapped in time

Distorted figures in my mirror
Creepy crawlies where I stare
Black magic residue rips the veil
Unruly realms, so strange as hell

I see them mostly in the day
When the breezy shadows begin to sway
Exposing figures with watching eyes
As if they can see inside my mind
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TRAVELER TIM
re to 12-17
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