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 Feb 2016 Prophecy
Brent Kincaid
She is a woman of power
Like few have ever known
She can take on the world
And manage on her own.
Without her friends and family
It would be a lonely road
But she doesn’t need the help
To carry her own load.

Strong women have a place
In the tales of all our history.
Some became a familiar face.
Some are shrouded in mystery.
But when evil does its worst
And comes to **** and rob,
Sometimes a woman is first
And the best man for the job.

She points the way to others
And show us how to act.
She’s no shrinking violet
And that’s an actual fact.
She’s stronger than she looks
But can be soft as down.
If you want to watch a winner
You should follow her around.

Strong women have a place
In the tales of all our history.
Some became a familiar face.
Some are shrouded in mystery.
But when evil does its worst
And comes to **** and rob,
Sometimes a woman is first
And the best man for the job.

The world has been structured
To reward and applaud the man,
But a woman of power will do
Whatever anyone else can.
Though some may even fear her
She will go to almost any length
To help her world get better
And benefit from her strength.

Strong women have a place
In the tales of all our history.
Some became a familiar face.
Some are shrouded in mystery.
But when evil does its worst
And comes to **** and rob,
Sometimes a woman is first
And the best man for the job.
Drops of heavenly tears, endless and bound
By truth, surround the moon and I
The moon, woeful over the heart of blue
And I, seek the soul of you

We walked, late into the dusk
Down across the edge of dark
Where rays blazed through the night
And the sea gave birth to light

But as the dew settled, we parted ways
In Triumph and fear, end of infinite days
All that remained-was music, of the shore
And waves to launder the imprints of our soul

And as I write,drifts-these eyes of mine
Into the moonlit yonder of milky shine
With love so deep and how it fled pain
For it shall reverberate until we meet again
Depression,
of the darkest shade of blue,

Vulnerability,
thy name is you.

Jealousy,
of which I can not contain

Alcohol,
my oasis from my pain.

Not all stories..
Have a happy ending

"Love" she says,
"Is not worth pretending"

Suicide,
Is not for the faint of heart

Forgiveness,
Is needed for a fresh start,



Everyday I wake,
I wish I was dead.

But,
I keep my head up and fight instead,

My children
My world, my muse, my flame.

If I give up now ,
I will bring them shame

Daddy is broken,
But is held with glue.

Daddy would be dead if it wasn't for you.

Cuz daddy's worst nightmare has just come true

Mommy told daddy,
"I don't love you"

But take my own life?
I just can not do

Cause that means daddy has gave up on you.

I'll be there through everything,
Thick and thin.

Wipe away my tears and lift up my chin.

Just because we can't be a family

Does not mean you can grow up without me.

For you i will fight,
Keep digging deeper.

"One day we all dance with the grim reaper"
 Feb 2016 Prophecy
solEmn oaSis
B
 Feb 2016 Prophecy
solEmn oaSis
B
it
was
like "a"
mirror!
what you
see, is what
you get about my*
Behavior!But sometimes
there are some "c" whose
*
reflections were so true lies!
if i were a thing...
I am a life-size mirror!
you can cover my Behavior
but not my cHARACTER!

#shapeofapparition101
 Feb 2016 Prophecy
solEmn oaSis
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 Feb 2016 Prophecy
solEmn oaSis
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you teach me how,
they showed me why...
you gave me wings and let me fly,
and i emerged from the chrysalis
of self-conscious adolescence.
Now i can feel the blessing of our vow!
an overview to my poetry about....
"the cycle of eternity"
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