Black and brown speckled lovers

Rosin their veined bows at twilight.

Through the dense black air sound hovers

Songs resounding through the night.

Songs of danger, songs of warning

Songs of battle attack the ear.

Songs of love and subtle mourning

Split night’s sky for all to hear.

Spiny limbs and cold black eyes

Crooked legs hold eerie ears.

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Life’s too short to hold a grudge for too long
or to battle in court and not budge for who’s wrong.
It’s foolish to bicker and fight over land
because deeds are no good in a dead man’s hand.
Silly to care for the way you look and not the way you feel,
shunning your own concerns to achieve spectator appeal.
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I slipped and cut myself on a broken shard of destiny.

My mind viewed the falling blood, like spoken words that shouldn’t be.

The wound was cleansed with consolation’s bulk,

Condolence wrapping and binding my sulk.

I trusted time to serve as glue, to mend the leaking rut.

But instead the wraps bled thru, with staining remnants of the cut.

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