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These ThingsThese things cannot be replaced,
Not e'er what time wants to erase.
However fond or foul the facts
About these memories elapse,
These things cannot be replaced.
If in doubt the truths may rise,
However tranquil to younger eyes,
These things cannot be undone,
Nor scathed from loves not shown,
Until the burdened keeper dies.
The mind may lock these things away
Or show them to the light of day.
Whichever way the heart instructs,
These things shall sleep as life conducts
Its own interpretations of
How these things will happily play
For these things cannot be thrown away,
Nor can these things e're be replaced.
JealousyWhat am I,
Sitting in here waiting to ruin something,
Applauded by your slow decay.
You stop at mirrors, you second guess,
You covet, claim, and curse.
There slowly dims a light in you
Where dreams once could be sown.
Every sting of hate,
Each pang of jealousy,
All the things you wish you did not have to love…
While they pool in your throat, your mind,
I am waiting; waiting for my entrance.
I will destroy you by making you speak,
Sharply revealing your naïve youth.
How otherworldly you have been,
With your lack of weight…
Your prudish nausea born of verdigris envy
So strong it pales and screams.
And both you and he will be blind,
Him to what you mean
And you to what you want.
Where In the Bitten Core...Where in the bitten core lies the worm,
Whose life lasts but a rodent's mile?
Now soured fruit shall linger cold,
And new love sought the while.
If in demand the apple stays,
A chance of bug's forgiven.
But if a new juice is desired,
The old will be out driven.
Only that which holds its form
And sweetly fits a certain life
Will truly own a heart of youth,
And have it granted without strife.
Journey to My ShoulderJourney to my shoulder,
Take the longer road.
Start at any finger,
Note the tourists at my palm.
Linger long at my wrist; it is what bends my hand toward you.
Commit to the length of my arm,
Resting at the bend,
And lay down when you have reached the end.
Travel to my smile,
By way of widen eyes.
Use an archer's silence
To stare from ground to mouth.
Stop at every valley to note the change of light,
And take of any river
That offers you delight.
And when you find the canyon that bears an upward turn,
Know that you are home again
And can safely quit your run.
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