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Crescent Moon Rising.
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Indian Summer | Charlottesville, VA | 2016.11.1
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Keys
The "last round" bell clanged, sending Island night owls slowly shuffling out. Drunkenly, Ernest eyed the lighthouse above tops of trees Showing the way home, stumbling back from Sloppy Joes. Cracked chips of paint cling To his hands in the humidity, from clutching too tightly At railings, mounting the porch steps where Six-toed felines and a wife wait on Whitehead Street. Clickity-clackity, composing chapters, putting genius on paper Before electroshocks and shotgun solitude can take it away Like Castro confiscated his Cuba, leaving An old man and his sea of sorrow, stretching Ninety miles to Havana Harbor.
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Satellite
Satellite And you -- fixed between the moon and naught, seem A satellite that orbits 'round my world And others', too, but I can see the gleam Of your smile so high above me, that pearled Glisten of Light reflected from the Son By your burnished surface; shimmering you Dance across the sky, for you know that one Gaze tracks through the night your path straight and true. Circling others, you do seem quite small Bright stars surround you, but you stand apart From them; so unique, you confound them all-- Yet you still found your way into my heart.  Though gravity holds you not and you soar  You'll slingshot this way and come back
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Reflection
Reflection I don't know who you are - you who can look Me straight in the eyes and then lie without Flinching, silently twisting into doubt An image once so clear to me; you took My face and made me blind until I cease To appear.  Display what I will you to, Nothing more.  Master of illusion, you Deceive so well, though you're merely a piece Of glass.
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Satan
He was Doomed.  For in his state of Grace, a tiny crack appeared in the crystal - A subtle flaw, an idea, an infatuation that grew, and spread, until his entire Sphere was tainted and cracked; the moment the fragile crystal shattered, his fate was sealed... The Book was closed; there was no turning back from his horrible quest... the Quest to best God.  Thus he Fell… Plummeted down in anguish, embraced by Chaos, 'til he landed on swirling, bubbling naught … and he stared … - Hunter Chorey
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Analyzer
Analyzer Scrutinizing, analyzing You try so hard to be You fix your gaze, observe the world But can you really see? To see inside; so hard to do You think you have the key You try to see where I'm coming from But instead look straight through me...
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Summer Bliss
Summer Summer bliss struggles To set flight and soar Through the restraining final days Of glazèd eyes and far away looks Staring blankly into dreary textbooks Pondering summer in countless ways. The sun and the heat The ground under their feet As they waltz and circle around But before they can Dance They must in advance Leave their fears behind and break free. For after the fact At the end looking back Dreamers evoking an impartial eye Will see in their smiles all the hopes unrealized In the summer that was afraid to fly.
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UVa Logo - Orange
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The Key
The Key Just a glance is the key that opens my heart Unlocks feelings of Joy and surprise As a smile ventures through these blue portals from you For no secret is safe in the eyes.
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Butterfly Wings
Butterfly Wings Forever captured Etched in silk and butterfly wings So fragile, yet so powerful When you touched your lips to mine
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Drawn and Quartered
Drawn and Quartered =================== Delirious lyrics run through my head; It's August 30th, and I am lost. God, what am I to do?  I'm pulled in all Directions by my Loves, rendering me Static.  Stagnant, snared at the cusp of life. "And I'll wait for this light to break…"  My light. I cannot complete the essential things In life.  No time.  No Desire.  No drive. Oh, lift me, lift me ever higher now! I've sunk so low, mired passions wasted; yet I brush the sky when your hands surround me. Flirtations of opportunity feign An opportunity for flirtation, Yet nothing is there - so empty inside. Why don't I run for the truth kno
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I am not my own
I am not my own.  I hold not, live not. I am dead, as far as the world can see. Wistful for days of ignorance, I sought The times past when living was so carefree, Days when my life seemed less painful, I thought. What drove me to this?  Not dimming; but a sort Of glorious light, to which I have naught To compare.  Dirt and flesh, all fallen short Of what I was made to be.  I abide In the Fall.  I lost before I arose: I never knew how dark I was inside, How frightened I could be of my shadows. I am not my own.  Set apart, I boast In the fact that my sin has lost its grip. Pressed on all sides…but not broken.  So close. Revel in
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Jarsonic Desktop 10-26-02
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Celestial Crosses
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