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D a r k   W i n g s



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dark wings


whispering downward


searching out secrets


discovering mine



razor talons


now rushing for me


overpowering my struggle


taking my heart



cold bead of an eye


looking right through me


posing eternal questions


answering with fire


 

cruel beak


dancing in frenzy


freezing the image


delivering death



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 ACT I


 "open up", said he

 "why", the quick retort

 "shiny presents and pretty baubles"

 "that should do", she said


 ACT II


 "put them on the bed", said she

 "gladly" the quick retort

 "now let me show you to the door"

 "that will not do" he said


 ACT III


 "open up", said he

 "why" the quick retort

 "I am cold and lonely out here"

 "that's to bad", she said



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 words



 words to make one feel good


 words to run away


 words to defend your honor


 words to beg you to stay


 words to question the future


 words to describe today


 words to weave a small lie


 words to make one pay


 words to enjoy a quiet dream


 words to escape the gray



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 hand touching white smoothness


 shaping the cold form



 with file and grit


 rounding and carving



 freeing one figure


 out of countless choices



 freeing one spirit


 waiting within



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 in the lingering quietness...



 a ruby silence of thought



 saving my hopes for tomorrow...



 protected from fierce onslaught



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 following patterns throughout the day


 makes time the master of none



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 powerful words strung in empty meaning


 fools the followers of modern problems


 search your heart to find true order


 then live your deeds to match



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 the air that we breathe



 the thoughts that we keep



 the treasures that are found



 the courage beyond all reach



 the beauty deep inside



 the belief of one who cares



 the days unfolding forever



 the time I shared with you



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 my blood flows in the river


 the river without breath


 and without life



 then courses through the narrows


 the narrow of dark


 and of death



 as I yield to the many sorrows


 the sorrows that blacken


 and caress



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 words hidden behind cruel shadows


 found in the silence of the night


 words with such little meaning


 silently spoken, silent fright



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 the red demon


 that visits


 in my sleep



 extracts


 these promises


 I can not keep



 for if


 I'd wake


 before the dawn



 I'd search


 and find


 my soul now gone



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 I have poems that will never be written


 poems that will never be said


 for these are the thoughts that carry over


 from life to the land of the dead



 the words all alone are quite empty


 but together, they carry time's weight


 and after roaring inside these chasms


 they slow and give pause at the gate



 for I know I shall never see over


 the walls are too high and too wide


 but the spirit, so restless, within me


 must know, at least, that I tried



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copyright Patrick O'Neil


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