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Curiosity

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January 2019

Curiosity, what was it again that made her aimlessly steer off the steady beaten and path?

In the sense of going off into a strange place that she'd never been to be for, was it just sheer curiosity that made her  wander off, or was it just out of her sense of adventure that made her go to the places she'd never been to just to see if there was new things to explore and investigate, and learn? She always wanted to find the unique not the common. The unique things were they meant to be learned or found if so, were they meant for her to seek out and find? She has a heart of gold and as thick as steel...so no harm would be brought to her as she curiously and slowly at first began a to learn, seek, and find what was awaiting her in the adventures to come.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prose

D.A.

 

 

i am the scarecrow,

because i hold the scare,

i can be your fantasy

turned into nightmare,

i've been serrated and shattered,

my eyeballs are clocks,

they threw my brains in a trashcan,

and so i've stolen your thoughts,

my torso's in a lake somewhere

and my arms lit on fire,

oh, i don't want to be the scarecrow

but truth is, i'm just a liar,

i could run to you slow motion,

and walk along the ocean,

but poor me i'm deranged,

i could think i'd be winkin'

if my armpits weren't stinkin'

oh, i wish i had a brain!

 

wouldn't have to play the advocate

of these devils so dam* adamant 

if i only hadda brain!!! 

 

 

8:00 AM 7/9/2013  ©

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs.............

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Blood Stained Wings

Trapped within a
Nightmare
That started as a
Pleasant dream
I rattle the bars of my cage,
Hoping for release.

When did my happy home,
Turn into such a painful place?
When did this so-called love,
Turn into firey Hate?

So now I wait,
To awake from my restless
sleep, and hope for a
Better tomorrow,
And fight for a chance
To
Be
Me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comments/Thoughts appreciated.

Rain

Gettin’ cloudy out here, rain’s a comin’.
Sleetin’ through the air, rivulets runnnin’.
Keep searchin’, through the damp and clammy day
For somethin’ I just can’t explain.
As I’m treadin’ across this land so dark,
Illuminatin’ my way with my flashlight’s spark,
I know I won’t find what I seek
Even after a lifetime and a week.

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