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Sending out the feelers

Peering out blindly to the nothing beyond.
Keep an ear open for that magical song.
Seething through the night, praying for dawn.
Please make me better; take away my wrong.
I've never belonged here, or so it seems.
I only ever see you in my darkest of dreams.
If we grow weak, do we fall feebly into power?
We crawl through life to fly for our final hours.

Back & Forth

Black ravens rise beside the road –
A stark contrast against the snow,
Pristine white where the angels trode;
They pause, then boundingly, they go.
There! In the brush! Ahead of me!
Beside the road: a herd of deer.
Pausing – then, hesitatingly
They come as though they feel no fear
And begin crossing nonchalantly,
Stepping lightly, walking, single file,
So sure of their fleeting safety;
As for me? I can't help but smile
As I put the car back in gear
And drive on down this Prairie Road,

Back & Forth

Black ravens rise beside the road –
A stark contrast against the snow,
Pristine white where the angels trode;
They pause, then boundingly, they go.
There! In the brush! Ahead of me!
Beside the road: a herd of deer.
Pausing – then, hesitatingly
They come as though they feel no fear
And begin crossing nonchalantly,
Stepping lightly, walking, single file,
So sure of their fleeting safety;
As for me? I can't help but smile
As I put the car back in gear
And drive on down this Prairie Road,

OF SOLITUDE

Realities of life we all must face
down from Adam to Eve
to the end of human race.
world sides those by your side
only to them if you offer a ride

if you must want anyone
to share your grief
the association will be brief

so let the world praise you
for in solitude you find a sigh
I can't say why

the sadness that prevails today
will one day go away
loneliness in utter pain
must be borne by you alone

"Liberator" by: eddy styx

"Liberator" by: eddy styx

Under a street lamp
within its sickly yellow glow,
she found me starving.
Looking deeply into
my famished eyes,
"I'll feed you." She said,
"In return, you must feed me...
what is it you're craving?"

Super hero or villain contest

She wished she could be strong and brave
Like the heroes on T. V
defeating evil villains with such agility
But she was shy and timid
Never put up a fight
Just went along with what he said
So she could sleep at night
She lived in fear of shadows
Always did as she was told
She braved each day a lonely soul
No sidekick dressed in gold
She chose her weapons wisely, words her favourite one
She could cut through steel on paper
But they vanished from her tongue
He held all the power, or so she thought he did

Attack of the Panic

The room is silent
I can’t breathe
Cover my face from the light
Cover my face from the world
Tears stream down my face
The room is spinning
Darkness falls on my mind
Silence so deafening
I feel so alone
Still can’t breathe
Can’t break free of the pain
Waiting for the comfort of light
Waiting on the warmth of touch
Praying to be found
Locked in a chamber of my own secrets
Afraid because the world has shut me out
Dying because becoming a burden is too much

Bad egg in the basket

A throne has been built
by the poor of this land
in one accord they uplifted one
as a head
beneath his feet they thramble
around him they all gathered
looking up to him for provision and protection
but in return he feeds them with fear and tears,
pain and affliction,
death and sorrow.

wearing the crown of brutality on his head
like the scavenger
a crown been washed in the blood of vengeance and hatred
yet, resting his feet on the back of those
who seek justice.

Summer’s Song

So he continued to press on,
always seeking opportunities for growth;
reading the language of the universe.

It was in this state,
whilst driving down the road,
chance brought forth
a beauty to behold.

The seed pods of a wisteria
That climbed an old ash
were swaying in the breeze,
clanging like so many wind chimes.

And like himself,
summer’s song did carry on.

And His Name Is Gee...

There's a fella that I know
goes by the name of Guy
His parents named him that
an Uncle's name is why

Hollered from across the street
it sounds very much like "Hi"
I'm not sure if they're calling me
or simply saying; "Bye"

It's been a source of pleasure
some ribbing and some jokes
especially with Canadians
and friendly "Frenchie" blokes

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