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Very happy to be posting my last week of offerings in respect of NaPoWriMo 2017; it has been a pleasure sharing and of course an even greater pleasure reading all the very inspirational poems from my fellow poets. It has been a great event once again 🙂

 

April 24th

Secrets lost in time
Standing steadfast on the shores
Hidden in plain sight

No name on this cross
History and truth erased
Knowledge in silence…

 

April 25th

Tales written in stone
Stories inscribed within trees
Encoded in time

 

April 26th

Dancing in the green of the land

And revelling in the seduction of one’s senses

As the fecundity of being becomes an intimacy

Transcending physical space

Relishing life’s purpose laid bare

Upon the tracing board of time

Knowing our geometry was duly mapped by

A greater architect

Accepting what is

Allowing the weave of design and destiny

To track its eager fingers upon our hearts

Over every contour of its pre-planned route

Let life come as a secret lover upon the stairs

Allow each creak and hesitation

To heighten all senses

Dance in the delight of the becoming

Tread not lightly when the flowing sands of time

Shatter into a myriad of broken shards

Reflecting perceptions of identity

That sparkle in the dawn

Dance in life’s ecstasy with all of your being

And care not when the clock strikes midnight

For in the intimacy of your becoming

You will at last let go

 

April 27th

By the great sun’s wheel

We are mapped from birth to death

Yet what lies beyond?


April 28th

Colour’s spectrum reigns

Under the great rainbow arch

Love and Light are we

 

April 29th

Inspired by a waymarker in a churchyard upon Exmoor; a place that has so many tales to tell…

A solitary waymarker stands tall upon the ground
A tick upon the land.
No blood
No sign of any struggle
Not now.
A body long ago hunted down and burned
Ashes scattered to the winds
On a wild and desolate moor.
Not for the likes of her
The serenity of a consecrated graveyard.
Not for the likes of her
The dignity of remembrance.
Not for the likes of her
A beautiful epitaph carved in stone.
All she did was fall in love.
Surrender her heart and soul
To one who loved her back.
All she did was fall in love.
To love wildly with all her heart.
All she did was fall in love
With the passion of all her being.
All she did was fall in love
With an immortal.
All she did was
Allow him to love her back
And kiss him on that dark and stormy night
In that desolate graveyard
Way up there upon the moors.
All she did was allow the boundaries of her humanity
To stretch henceforth into eternity.
It was all she did
She fell in love…..

Some nights when wandering up there on the moors
One can almost catch the movement of shadows
Out of the corner of one’s eyes.
One can almost imagine in the darkness
The waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot
On the otherwise patch of dry lifeless earth
Where nothing else will grow.
And if one was to imagine
Sinking down upon one’s hands and knees
Under the waymarker
Up there on the moors.
And imaging scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood
Tossed away in haste
A trusting heart pierced.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

 

April 30th

Limelight’s tricks and twists

A demon in jester’s robes

Life takes a dark bow…

 

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NapPoWriMo 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

So here we are dear friends, once again we have the enjoyable challenge of NaPoWriMo with us for the whole of April 2017. Time to burn the midnight oil in readiness for each days new offerings and time especiall y for sharing and embracing each others poetry 🙂

April 1st

When first time nerves hit

Remember time will grasp them

To forge memories

 

April 2nd

Suspended in time

Lives mapped out in illusion

Lab rats for the gods

 

April 3rd

Emotions spoken

Within a time frame of words

On the virgin white

 

April 4th

When night-time falls and moonlight hides behind the twisted steeple.

When shadows awaken from the cursed daylight

And the void between the worlds is alive once more.

Then my love I shall come to you and dance upon your grave.

I shall beat a thousand footfalls upon the dark damp earth

Wherein you lay

Until each beat vibrates upon your soul.

I shall take my knife of steel, so sharp and sure

And slice swift across my wrist of lily-white

To paint the red thread of the living

Upon your long dead soul.

When the ruby red flows

I shall dance the dance of a thousand warriors.

I shall chant the words from a thousand scrolls.

I shall blend my blood within the earth

To free you.

Unbound by mortal ties

And worldly gotten gains

Our blood and bones combined;

Our uri ma esentu as one.

In the distant blood-red dawn

A herald of seven trumpets;

A revelry for love rekindled.

A blood oath taken

In the time of mortals

Now conjures the living and the dead as one.

Sweet rebirth

As surely as the night is day

And the dark is light

My blood flows ruby red upon the earth

On which I dance…

 

April 5th

Come springtime and hope

The waft of fragrant blossoms

Blossom does not last

 

Come summer and love

Seduction and clear blue skies

Love is like blossom

 

Come autumn decay

Fire scented air and dawn mists

Mists hide truth and lies

 

Come winter and sleep

Dreams cold beauty takes a bow

Love frozen within

 

April 6th

Old bones cannot speak

Dead men tell no tales

Live and let live

Leave the past alone

We said it all…

Yet with a wave of my hand

And a subtle click of my fingers

It will all come rushing back

My guiltless gift to you

Roles reversed through time…

 

April 7th

Dressed in winters memory

And crisply frozen words

That defy the ragged edges of time

The Lady watches silently

Her icy talons poised

For all the world to see

Hidden in her crystal cave

She does not slumber

Yet scrawls our fate

Upon the frozen land

In intricate patterns

Of lacy frost

She will allow us for one fleeting second

The illusion of the sun

And the cold secret of the moon

As she binds the silvery stars

To midnights eternal shroud

 

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Also from February’s Allographic Workshop

Seasonal Hauki with the chosen word of ‘Zodiac’

The dark winter skies

Clothe the Earth in icy cold

Zodiac sleeping

Then springtime flies in

Sweet scents and verdant new growth

Zodiac waking

Summer heat, too hot

Desert dry upon the skin

Zodiac listless

At last Autumn comes

All is calm within the skies

Zodiac rebirths

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Allographic Workshop

February 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

Endlessly i fall

Caught in a chasm of wonder

Spiraling onwards

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The bones of my being find shelter & solace ‘neath the comforting shadow of my soul

Digital Camera

Sounds of tinkling pipes

Woven by the winds own charm

Weave around my soul

Digital Camera

Silently i tread the years of earthly time; my one companion, my warrior soul…

Digital Camera

With breastplate and sword

I stand steadfast and mighty

In silence i rule

Digital Camera

Beauty always lingers and lives on in the hearts & minds of men, time cease to be & all there is is the truth….

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My name is silence

Only whispered by the wind

When the sky is dark

Digital Camera

Suspended timelessly in a space of my own creation; i weave reality with the electrons of my mind…..

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All secrets revealed, all knowledge known.

At the end of days i shall become into being

And She will rise within

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And so it goes on

Bood spilled, innocents ravaged

Man’s death on the cards….

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The time is now here

For man to be accounted

Too late for good deeds…

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Save your soul, lest you weep and pray for no more tears.

Tis over, all done…

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Beach huts hibernate
Dreaming of hot days and sand
Returning cycles

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Beauty always lingers and lives on in the hearts & minds of men, time ceases to be & all there is is the truth….
The land will endure over centuries of upheavel, always renewing itself at perfect points giving humanity life once more…

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Words from the ‘Keeper of Scrolls’

‘Truth is is darkness suspended ina time that does not exsist’

January 2017

(All photos and words are original and belong to the author)

In a world of lies
Mix and match the truths my dears
Illusion hides fear..

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Wake up and saviour
For the dreams of children fade
Time will reveal all

Tyre Cross

Roses fade and die
Never more a tale to tell
Thorn grasped before death….

Blue Rose

A mighty tower rose
Built of illusion and lies
Manmade religions….

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Adueni/moonwillow Summer 2016

“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun….”

exert from the teachings of The Priory…

Time and Tide…

 

Nature blooms in death

Time slips by on hallowed ground

Earth reveals in time

 

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From death beauty flows

Life asumes a shroud of new

The old feed the new

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Life is illusion

Dancing on rainy-day clouds

We let it slip by

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Scattered in graveyards

Dreams of immortality

Blooms anew flourish

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May 2016

Inspired by the everlasting and ethereal beauty of the graveyard blooms

Garden days are here

And with it joy and sunshine

Dont let it pass by….

 

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Life’s like a garden

With joy to follow hard work

Seeds sown blossom forth

 

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Stand and stare in awe

Cherish this beautiful land

For time, like life flies…

 

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May 2016

Now happily into week number three of the 2016 National Poetry Writing Month, which is of course April. So just over half way and embracing all that the challenge offers, which includes reading all the many offerings from all the fine poets taking part. The prompts are certainly adding new depth and direction

 

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April 22nd

Poem for Earth Day

Timeless flight

Centuries falling

Lost in space

Times firmament

God forgiven

God feared

Truth obscured

Humanity deferred

Raging wars

Dark and light

Day and night

Cycles of time

Earth’s loop

Of evolution

Man rises

Man falls

Beauty unbound

Never found

Multitude illusions

Barren ground

Lost messages

Time diluted

Prison planet

No escape

Nature driven

Always winning

Mankind rises

Mankind falls

Cycles repeat

False religions

False prophets

False flags

Play along

Can’t go wrong

Four corners

Of delusion

Solid ground

Dreams shattered

Humanity wrecked

So what

Reality checked

Creator’s plan

Surely meant

Take time

Step away

No ego

Thrown away

Light shinning

Truth unbound

Hope shines

Earth endures

Elements surge

Planet power

Starting anew

Still hoping

Mega change

Creators watch

Game playing

Meant to be

Rising tides

Cracking earth

Fracked land

Washed away

Cleansing breath

Purity given

Life leased

Life gifted

Renewed earth

Renewed hope

Renewed humanity

Another chance

Writing wrongs

Finally singing

Evolution’s song

 

 

April 21st

When the pain subsides
And all we have left is music
Who will dance with me?

When the music fades
We’ll dance to our heart’s beat
Will you dance with me?

When our hearts grow old
And the tune is our soul’s beat
I will dance alone in death

 

April 20th

Tough days come and go
Hiding tears for just a while
One more coffee please

April 19th

How to Master the Vampiric Arts

 The first thing one needs to establish is to proceed with caution

If one does not have a ‘calling’ for this darkest of all Arts

Then one is best to leave well alone

Do not be fooled by the likes of Twilight or The Vampire Diaries etc

For there is nothing sexy about this ancient Art

For it is a basic need and want and cannot easily be controlled

By those unlearned of our ways

Do not seek a quick thrill in the vampire worlds

But seek life, seek to live and seek to evolve

Above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire

But fear not, tread with wariness and caution and everything you desire will come before you when the time is right

Don’t be surprised if we, the old ones seek you out first

For we know your very thoughts and your innermost feelings

And we may find you before you find us

If we invite you in, then graciously accept all that we offer you

For not everyone is offered a door, not everyone is bidden a welcome, a way into our forbidden worlds

Once accepted in, you are well on your way to learn the ways of the blood.

Forget about the glamour, the mythology of everything you have ever known about our ways

For we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time

Yet have remained hidden within the worlds of men

Once within our domain you will be invited to partake of the chalice of immortality

Drink deep and well my friends, savour the red wine of immortality

Yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel may be of human form

Learn not to give in to squeamish acts, although one usually finds that at the moment of the rising blood lust this is never a problem

Once proficient in the basics you will be ready to begin your adventure within the world of humans.

Do not fear for them or be sorry for them; for them it will always be a great honour to be chosen as a life enhancer

Hence they enter the night time of our desires willingly and with acceptance.

Quest to find your own life enhancer, bond with them and sup on their beautiful blood as often as you need to

The more you are able to feed; to nourish yourself, the stronger you will become

Never take the gift of pure energy for granted, drink wisely and learn to cherish and savour every drop of the sacred life force

Over time you will begin to transcend your human form

You will be of yourself but so much more advanced and enhanced

All abilities will become honed to perfection as you embrace our ways

Your eyes will surely shine with an inner fire and your skin will glow with an ageless gleam.

But think well my friends before you come knocking on our doors

Our ways are not for the faint hearted

Or for those kin of humanity

We have our own ways

Our own kin

Our own rules

Our own houses

The clans do not take easily to the falsity of outsiders

But once the doors are open and you are proven to be one of the true kin

Then rest assured my friends

You will never ever want again.

Here endeth the first lesson

On becoming Vampire

 

April 18th

Strick rules, stinging canes
Children seen and never heard
But Jesus loves you….

 

April 17th

England where are you?
Hide not in multi layers
Rise and bloom once more

 

April 16th

I raged at the world
And the world turned scarlet
Blood was on the Rose

 

April 15th

She thought that the girl in the gilded mirror was just a reflection

Who only manifested each time she walked past

Along that old dusty, dark corridor alone.

 

The mirror, crackled by age was halfway along the corridor

Next to the antique occasional table

Dusty with neglect

 

There was a green glass vase on the table

Still displaying red roses long past their best

A few petals had fallen onto the floor

 

She often stopped there in front of the mirror

To stare at those deep green eyes staring back

From a face saddened with times tellings

 

If she stood to one side she could see the roses too

And tried to imagine them how they used to be

She tried that too on the lost face peering back

 

She wished the girl was real and that they could meet

Twin souls; what fun they could have

Sharing each other’s reversed worlds

 

Often a reflection of a painting shone brightly from the mirror

A painting not on the bare wall of her world

The portrait was of her

 

Where does she go to when I am not observing her?

Is it I who make her real?

The girl just looked back

 

One day she noticed the roses on the little table had been replaced

With beautiful fresh fragrant blooms

The blooms in the mirror were still dead

 

A new painting now hung on the wall opposite the mirror

It seemed be of her, yet older

The mirror appeared darkened now with age and grime

 

Taking a hanky from her pocket she began methodically rubbing the mirror

As she rubbed a voice whispered inside her head

Beware mirrors are the dark eyes of every trapped soul

 

But mirrors, as we know, hold dark magic as well as reflections

Old magic not the be messed with; curses

In the darkness she carried on rubbing that old cracked mirror

 

In the right circumstances old energies long dead can be re-awakened

She had wished and wished so hard

Daily into the mirror of curses

 

She had often wondered about the world in the mirror

A world that often seemed more real than her own

She began questioning her own reality

 

She felt trapped, had always felt trapped

With eyes close up to the deadly mirror

She watched her reflection; her living soul as she rubbed

 

The realisation when it came was as swift as a slither of mirror shard to the heart

For she had freed that old dark soul, that trickster who had waited for centuries

Yet her own trapped soul still stared back

 

In magic nothing ever comes for free; payments as we all know are required

The mirror remained dark and lifeless; the previous occupant vanished

And in the unending darkness she gasped in realisation; am I the reflection…….?

 

 

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Into week two of this years challenge and finding this a very enjoyable experience; i am in some cases now following the promts as given on the NaPoWriMo website; but if not following as such then finding inspiration in them. There are lots of other wonderfull poetry to be found on the website below, along with numerous poetry writing tips and prompts:

http://www.napowrimo.net/about/

 

DAY EIGHT

It lay in my bloodied hand
The rose cut fresh
Slicing flesh

Velvet red and sensual
Deep scarlet blooms
Hiding the thorns

Blooms where yesterday
Tightly wrapped buds
Sought the sun

And tomorrow petals
Fall dead
Upon sacred ground

I remembered the kiss
That cursed
At dusk

I remember his perfume
I brush my face
With the scarlet

Hidden thorns strike
Brushing my lips
With blood

Memories bloom in shadow
Curses never leave
Unlike the crumpled rose

 

DAY NINE

I stole just one kiss
A dark kiss not mine to steal
Dam it was so good

 

DAY TEN

Running and running yet somehow not getting anywhere
I may be dreaming I thought; this is not real
How can it be and how did I get here?
And the ‘English Place Name’s I encountered
As I ran by seemed just so surreal; unreal
I was on a quest; that much I knew
Seeking ‘The Keys of Enoch’
But only ‘The Goddess of The Labyrinth’ could help me find them
Where was she?
So in I tumbled head-long into the labyrinth
In a rather Alice-like fashion
Yet not a white rabbit in sight
Just old tales, old myths that wove in and out of my mind
On a repeat loop within my head
Chivalry and Knights, of deeds fought and won
Of mystery and magic
Jousting for the hand of a mythical princess
‘The Legends of King Arthur and his Knights’
Spiralled in and out of my brain as I sought the centre
‘The Hero Myths and Legends of the British Isles’ were birthed at The centre of this labyrinth or so the story goes
But how would I get there to find that elusive key?
Or would it simply take ‘The Thousand and One Night’
That I was told it would
But suddenly I was whisked off my feet Dorothy-fashion
By a spiraling storm that plucked me from the centre of the Labyrinth just as I reached it
I held on in the storm as dark winds roared around me
And rain beat down upon my head
And then it stopped, ceased, silence
And I found myself in front of the fallen angel
In ‘Rosslyn and The Western Mystery Tradition’
Home again where I belonged
With heart and soul combined as one

 

DAY ELEVEN

Golden childhood days innocently spent on timeless Norfolk beaches
Sun shining twenty four seven or so it seemed looking back
The long endless summer days where dreams and adventures came to life
And everyday normal life came to a standstill
Summer by the sea yet only two weeks out of real time
But two weeks when time and tide ceased to exist
Bright coloured buckets and spades were all we needed
And an enthusiastic dad who knew all the castle building tricks
For our constructions were always the biggest and most complicated with the longest and deepest moat
Fed by sea water as we held our breath at each approaching wave
We took it seriously and made fantasy worlds amongst the sands
Where princesses, dragons and wizards peopled our minature worlds
At night we donned huge black rubber inner tubes to float dream-like on the warm whispering salty waves
Then kicked for life and for the shore when the sea floor sank away
Fun fairs and penny arcades were an evening delight
Donned in pretty cotton dresses, frilly petticoats and clean white socks
A far cry from the day attire of elasticated swim suits clogged with wet sand
And ninety nines were the latest craze then
So devour them we did
The skies were ever blue, the sand always warm, our hair and toes always full of this damp gritty delight
We ceased to dream for we knew we had it all…
A dark vibe gathered over Europe

 

Day Twelve

Silk sheets and whispers

Passion flowing; fires building

Come the dawn; silence

 

Day Thirteen

Giving love to one
Forever in Shadow Land
Spirit tests the Soul

 

Day Fourteen

If I close my eyes tight and try not to cry
I can still see the blue waves on the shore
Washing over the magic circle inscribed
Upon the wet sand
Four poems you said
That was all it would take
A poem for each corner of the world

 

But the blue waves upon the shore
Seemed to pierce my heart
Breaking through the magic circle
I had cast tight around myself
A circle of hope
A circle of four poems
Squaring my circle

 

You were of this world you said
Yet I always saw your other worldy aura
The magic circle that surrounded you
With blue waves on the shore line; pulsating
I gave my heart
With four poems
But they took you home…..

 

 

 

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So once again NapoWriMo has swung around and is in full swing. Always a great challenge to take part and yet at the same time always a delight; a delight also to see that i can still write a line or two and a delight to share and connect to other poets 🙂 So here are the poems of the first week. Please leave a comment if you like them 🙂

 

DAY ONE

Time to write anew
April and poetry time
Words and rhymes all fine

 

DAY TWO

Day two rambles on
Caught in random goings on
Plans all went so wrong

 

DAY THREE

Silent hearts bleed red
For love lost and true love dead
Dead hearts shed no tears

 

DAY FOUR

What a stony old path this life is

What a bumpy old ride to be sure

Where are we going to?

What shall we do?

And who are we for heaven’s sake?

 

Are we who we think we are?

How did we get to this Earth?

Who came before us?

Did they leave any trace?

And where did they go when they left?

 

The answers are all inside my head

I go with the flow of my dreams

I know the Earth is not what we think

And neither are we for sure

I hear the call of another place beyond the Earth and the Moon

 

What is the point of being on Earth?

What is the point of life?

The point is to live

In this present time

In this transient world of matter

 

Some can ascend yet many can not

Many will never know

Most are blind

And bound in the blood

Of a mortal and human form

 

When all dreams have died

And time has run out

And we stand on the shores of time

Can we honestly say we were kind to this Earth?

Did we honour our Mother at all?

 

So go grasp and embrace

Whoever you are

But beware of the thorn in the rose

See the blood flow

Over the desolate land

Feel the pain of the thorn in your palm

 

We all feel the fear

Yet not many will act

As we raise up the chalice of life

To all that we are, all that we were

And all we are yet to become

 

We came from the stars

From beyond our dreams

Into a prison planet existence

We tasted the drops of blood on our lips

As we revelled in countless deaths

 

Are we all that we think we are?

Are we more than this mortal coil?

Or are we deluded and safe in our dreams

Thinking that we are the ‘ones’

Who will change the course of mankind?

 

Stay safe in your dreams

As the curtain falls

As the veil of illusion is shred

Go dream the dreams of the dark and the light

As you go take your final bow.

 

DAY FIVE

From unhappiness beauty springs

From deep sadness a poet writes

Taking the depths of eternal night

The blackness and tears

The screams of the night

The angst and the rage

As you turn each page

Yes a poet writes each word for you

But you must read them to know

What a poet can do

 

DAY SIX

They were the days of wine and roses

Of the rivers not running dry

They were the days of endless summer

When we all could reach the sky

 

They were the days of daisy chains threads

Of playing in the park

The days of forgetting its tea time

And not coming home til dark

 

They were the days of fifties music

On a potable radio set

Of sitting outside on the wall

Of not lived to have a regret

 

We listened to Elvis and Buddy

Mourned when Marylyn died

But three steps behind them came Eddie

Our innocence was no surprise

 

They were the days of mascara and lipstick

Sling-backs and petticoats huge

Listening to jukeboxes in cafes

Where frothy coffee was all of the rage

 

Watching American movies

In Technicolor on the big screen

The latest Bobby and Sandra

Just really had to be seen

 

We stood in the aisles to see Elvis

G.I. Blues was the latest thing

Blue Hawaii was standing room only

But we simple had to get in

 

Then along came Billy and Marti

And all of the sixties hot crew

Hotly pursued by the Beatles

And then life started anew

 

Totally immersed in the music

Never missing a beat

We danced all the fads on the dance floor

Life could never have been so sweet

 

But nothing last for ever and youth and innocence fades

Tears dabbed the horizon like storm clouds

The day Buddy and Eddie were gone

But true love ways never die; Peggy Sue still echoes so loud

 

The days of innocent youth may be over

But the mascara and lipstick stayed

As the did the vinyl and music

Playing out till the end of my days…

 

DAY SEVEN

Barefoot on the grass

Sensual and delicious

Cool stolen kisses

 

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