I danced with a chicken in the rain..
I felt deep emotion.
I danced with a chicken in the rain…
It was poultry in motion.

~ between the lions

Ah poetry! The music of the soul. Here are several collections here for your enjoyment.

You fly upon the wings of words though heavy hearted
You soar with birds though soul and mind are parted.
My mind’s eye reaches out to see you sitting lonely in the dark
But not alone, the glimmer and spark of dragons flying ’round your head.
Villains thrust you into darkness, took away your choice.
They held you down and beat you up but silenced not your voice.
The gifts they gave to you were
anger, grief, and pain and slavery to their desires
then leave you and your shame.
But gifts are gifts and how they’re used can turn the darkness bright.
The dragons and the beasts you fight
can now be brought into the light of day and you, from the night.
Please let the stories and the pain, flow from your pen
Like blood from veins and you’ll be wiser in the end.
I feel your pain, your grief, your
sorrow now, forever…
today, tomorrow.
Helpless, hopeless and frustration,
I want to help…

but can’t.

I am the star, I am the fire,

Look while you can,

There may be no tomorrow.

I am the fire, I am the star,

Get not too close

and look from afar.

The twinkling is now,

as now as was then,what you see now,

you’ll not see again.

{{written by my friend StarBeam
(1982-1999)… miss ya guy}}

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