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‘DEATH HAS NO HOLD ON ME!’
Death has no hold on you;
the story of the healing words.
My kindred spirit
on a similar path.
Who took up the pen
to mend her bleeding heart.
My essence compels me
to tap the keys,
and paint a few simple lines
peeled from my crying soul.
To beat back the burning cold,
for I have reach “‘The Breaking Point’.”
So
“‘Daddy's Little Girl’”
my beloved metaphoric artisan,
though I remain invisible amongst the cast,
give me a free friendship pass.
If I may ask for the next poetic dance,
to overcome the wretched past.
To
tap
clap
and mime alongside your choreographic lines
of the “‘The Blind Truth’.”
Poetic Sister,
lend me your hand
to prance and dance upon the land,
For death could never ever stop you!!!
Your majestic spirit
sours across the planes,
amongst the misery of the mystic myst
and dying sane.
Up through the assaulting raining pains,
beyond the crimson mountain of tears
across the cold heavy blanketed precipice,
of deep dark space
to be clad in the warm blanket of sunshine and love.
To conquer time
with beautiful poetic rhymes,
and stand strong in the land of the living,
amongst the angelic chimes.
For she who writes with my spirit pen,
there is no choice;
but to endure
but to overcome
but to fulfil your fate,
and receive God's blessing Grace.
So
fly for awhile with me
upon the wings of the wishing well.
For our parents
we never chose.
Our history
we cannot chose.
Even our genetic imprisonment,
that fight we will always lose.
Ah
but the future!
The future my dear beloved friend,
we carry within the palm of our hands!
The world we live in,
is the initial world we first perceived,
for we create it
out of the void within our own minds.
Ones universe
is a very personal World.
Built with one’s soul, sweat and tears
or formed in loving arms with paint and ink.
We dream it
we plan it
we build it
then forever bind it
to our very souls.
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Wayne Ferron
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