Exposed
by the prick of the thorn, of the rose. Droplets bleeding as my awareness arose, to the deception and trick. You reached for the stick, my eyes did see clearly as the nose on my face. My distaste hastened the fall from grace. Turning to walk away quickened pace for now, we can not share the same space as before. Behind me I hear the click, of the closed door walking surefooted, ever onward to the next shore gratefully changed evermore.
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Afraid of the tattering brigade?
Facade of Darkness. No match to the Sage with Wisdom's Age. As Provoking rage shall weaken the arcade. Lights and bells from hell easily fade into shade to be dissolved in the radiant glow of the Amber Sun. No need to run As it unravels and is undone. Truth's Song will be sung When all is said and done Each is on the same journey to the Core center of the One. 
the slow warm golden ooze
of the honey drop sweet and gooey lands in just the right spot sticky to touch reminder of much nurturing nutrients of life's nectar 
surge from the urge
to becomeone within the all no longer small from the falla burning echo answers the callbeauty flares bright at the center lightexplodes divine rightbirthing another expression And We Need Them ALL for the Rainbow.............. |
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