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I was once 4ft 11.
I'd like to get to heaven.
Even before I knew myself, there were lucky numbers seven.
See me as a boy? See me as a man? See me as an unsure gender just walking these lands.
Seven wives to nag me, seven seas to sail.
Twenty three a number once remembered by a wail.
Shocked and hardly breathing, alive yet out of breathe.
The day coming after this one, won't be as better as the next.
I believe in Jesus, and that he lives in us.
I believe that when he's there I'm sure to fall in love.
Though sometimes it is strange.
Such an epic face.
Dragons call and ogres fall, but my rain erratic stays.
I have no other message, than kiss me, fly away.
I detail my life in lines and women tend to flee the stage.
So however gaudy, I may appear to be.
Know dear reader that you and I are much more than what we seem.
I'm slower than the stupid, yet faster than the weak.
For in my mind I stay most times and smile at the "we."
I know this isn't like me, to be so damn bold.
But if you listen I will tell stories of my life untold.
Alas my sexy cannababe, I know just what you seek.
To undress your flesh and mind and best of all to just be free.
I'll listen with an ear, and come closer with each step.
Though we are just friends to day, who knows what's coming next.
I justify appearance,  with what it is I seek.
Pure of heart, light on foot, higher than a tree.
It's true one day I'll say it, and she'll say it right back.
But on that days words become obsolete monster to the max.
I wish this woman knew me, my mother, what a chick.
But I'd give father and mother away, for one just like me.
Like this.

^)

Goodbye before hello.

If love were such a battlefield,
Privy light and luster's armor.
For spoken words echo minds.
Sullen here and after.
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Never nor it need be said.
Though I speak them anyway.
"I love you"
Now you know my disease.
Infections eat away.
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Wishing not for better days.
For since days past I've seen.
Loving shadows flicker forth.
And light bounce in between.
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As if whatever home is heart.
I understood with her.
And so instead of leaving behind.
Around my neck and heart she stirs.
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Where then to go?
What's love's price?
How many days till I fly?
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Only God can tell  but he tells.
That this is no ordinary life.
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I wait and sing and sonnets pass.
All with Christ's lamention.
I won't cry unless your eyes
Meet mine in such a tension.
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You gave me this I gave you that.
Now and forever sealed.
No devil can ever erase this calling.
To live in loves left field.

- (^

Moonlight, a lot of.

We run for the shadows

like the night is prey to be caught.

We drink in star light

as though it will quench loneliness.

But our isolation is sated

with knowledge of the other.

Your eyes are stones reflecting joy from the pools of mine,

both containing a depth of sorrow.

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And your cry

in the gathering dusk

plays the chords of solitude in my heart.

Your bittersweet sobs

in the moonlight

urge me to dive into your mystery.

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I will etch the contours of your form

into the eye of my mind

in the hues of every sky:

Aqua, lapis, pewter, crimson, amber, black:

even your daytime hues dusted with stars.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

Underneath it, all.

There's music dancing through my head,
I find something beautiful
in a world I was giving up on.
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Stolen moments
given by the stars to two so deserving of grace
none so needful of it than these shadow twins.
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Energy, spirit, soul recognition
even from a distance:
I felt that bright spark when our hands traded peace.
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The wounded in my dreams,
your place is always in my arms
and indelibly writ that reservation.
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History has no bearing on recognition of souls.
Distance does not dictate the closeness of hearts,
And the pull of rails and whistles only broadens understanding.
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I will wait
For your sharp moonlit gaze
Each night as I look out my window.
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It is true that we are under the same moon we frolicked under,
Children baptized by silver light and mischief,
But that moon means more to us than most.
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Each noise I hear in the night,
I check my window:
Just in case you need my arms at last.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

It's here, It's there. It's everywhere.

I know where i've been, I know what to do, I have been me, but now I'm you. Exist why? I'll let you in on a secret. I never knew what I was untill I grew up to be it. Wish me away? why then say the same. I love it too you know, the fresh lips listed again. Never knew what it meant, those three words. How could I let go, of the pain that doesn't hurt. so worth the risk, so worth the death, so worth the best, unless I see, what I am when I am me. Why stand against me? I duno, why not. For you see between your heart lies me, and I only want one thing. A girl? nah, more than that dude, beyond particles and things you knew, I have to I do. Being alone hurts too little, with you I play the fiddle, fuck it, i'm no devil, i'm Jesus but little. I love him too, the best and the best. All my heart and soul and mind to Christ. Fasho, fasho. I'd like to think that this is how life goes, like this place is all I have, like this page is the only one I get. Like this life never takes or places bets. But shit, since then, i've grown up. I owe no man, my debt is with God, i realize now, why they say i'm odd, because the same word in another place, means the start of a new race, displaced hate recalls what I left then. A perfect life for a f***ing pen. No, I didn't say f*** i said F*** you wouldn't know, your just alone like my phone. HAHAHAH! jk lol I knew i'd rebel from satans spell and ally myself with Jesus and his angelic pack of genious liberation homies. I ....know who you are, and I love you. That was my gift. To love you, yes you reading this, without even knowing you, because we've gone through the same, we've lost and we've gained. We know who we is, and I guess, we are kids. I'll love you after him, my Christ, or rather, simotaniously, crazy? yeah, aint it just. Whatever dude, I tried to tell you no one would believe you, but here I am, rescuing your dumb ass again. Honestly how many times must I tell you, you are alone in this, you must carry your own cross. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. `iii

Callin in Chips

I always root for the Underdogs yo,
Sometimes they're good but even if their evil you know.
That their chance is much less than the ones on the top.
I guess Jesus is the most Under of Doggs.

~III