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The world is truly a work of art.
A natural calm ocean,
painted by the vibrant rays
of the magical sun.
Earth is a completed canvas.

Not only do the calm waves
present a miraculous episode,
but the water also supports unlimited life.
Undiscovered and mostly unventured,
what other mysteries are painted within this canvas?

It is forged by countless colors.
Soothing and calm,
the eye candy sways silently.
Passion is found here.
Everything is found within.

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The wind blows the starlight across the sky,
swirling, reaching down toward our world.
Yet no one stopped to stare
at the beauty in the sky.
That magnificent bright light from the moon and stars,
the colors melding together in the breeze above.
The silence of night making the scene more unreal.
And yet dark town bellow just acts as if it's not there,
listening to the silence with deaf ears,
looking to the night sky with blind eyes,
to the whole fantasy around them.

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The man,
so slowly tugging the course wood boat,  brings the old and brittle
dog to the spot he can no longer swim to.
His age slows him so,
but he is brought along
because his time is leaving slow.
The morning sunlight glistens
as the wood ducks fly over,
whistling their magnificent song.
Signaling to the man
that it is time for battle.

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It is a dark gloomy day yet it filled with light.
The man focused on just listening to his women talk about her day.
Stargazed that she would ever fall for him. The dog looking around
not knowing that his owner has found the love of his life.
The girl amazed that the man she is falling in love with will hold her and listen to what she has to say.
The light playfully running
among the darkness of the night.
The world as there playground.
They run through out the night in till the sun takes them away.

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one, two, three
one, two, three
they waltz around and around
her scarlet dress shifts with each movement
a living breathing thing
the butler's tenor voice floats above the wind
as the mister and his mistress forget all but each other
not even noticing the maid struggling to hold up her umbrella
or the waver in the butler's voice as he struggles with his handkerchief
one, two, three
one, two, three
they hold each other close
and a tear slips down the maids face
she has never seen such a lovely sight

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Nature has it's course;
they are a mighty force
Death is never grand;
but they are hidden by the land
It is a beautiful day;
though it is cold
They cannot stay;
for the wolves are bold
They have a long road;
but they feel no pain
For they are hidden;
by the great terrain

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The crows
Flee from the patch
The wheat patch
Where nothing but fear
Seems to hatch

A rabbit
Young and sweet
left in the field
for nothing
but the crows to eat

A flock of the crows
flap away
escaping the fear
that grows in that field
every day

It is dry October
nothing to see
absolutely
no one around
yet a reason to flee

The dark sky ahead
and fear behind
in late October
hoping the field
to be kind

Not a moment's wait
not a life to flick
all they hope
is not to be
the next one at death's pick

As they all flap to freedom
There's an ear-piercing sound
all the crows flap away
except for the one
that fell to the ground

The remaining soar on
not a thought of the loss
just hoping they aren't
the next life
to be tossed

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A great, bright light,
quickly tip-toes across the mountains,
the smoke from the city,
tickles the sky and gives it a new form,
the many plants and trees,
slowly eat away at the structures,
structures created by two-legged creatures,
also if you listen carefully,
you can hear the small cheers from one of those creatures,
but this one is a bit little smaller and more pleasant to look at,
everywhere you look in this city,
bright large eyes cover this place with warm and joyful light,
and those eyes show the life and homes of those creatures,
those lights also bring a sense of protection when it touches your skin,
and then when the eyes close,
darkness consumes the world,
light has taken its last breath

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Through the presence of the sticks and stones, I help myself guide to the dark green zones
pushing myself to the limit although I feel the pressure of timid, As the roots thump my boots I tend to feel the breakage of a whore out tree bruise up against my old injured knee, Though the sky seems to be  fly it makes me feel like I'm determined to be  a different kind of guy, As the color of the day  fades away it makes me want to say to myself think about your wealth.

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Many an image comes to mind when we allow them to unwind; pictures and memories of yesteryear, as well as all our hopes and fears.
Yet these images begin to pale in comparison to what creation unveils. And so, in our minds, the artists wrought perspective anew upon our every thought.
When they give us something we can't comprehend, in our heads our minds would bend the image til' it could be recognized, warping what was given by our eyes.
It must be a turtle, or is it an old man? Perhaps it is a bird overseeing the land, or a lizard fleeing from that avian cur, but only the maker can see past the fur
That clouds the vision of everyone else, the ever-present sense of self. We may never see from their point of view, but perhaps if just a few Decided to look at things from a new angle, we'd no longer be forced to dangle from our own preconceptions of all under the sun, above a hostile world, with safe-haven for none.

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A civilization
untouched by man,
A mass of earth stretches to the sky
higher than the clouds,
Homes dangle from the underside of the overworld,
A land mass larger than a city block
floats with no support structure,
Sail-less boats dot the sky,
Some larger and some little,
Buildings tightly packed together
behind closed city walls,
The children laugh and play
through the city,
The smell of natural clean air feels renewing
But one fate full day
it is touched by man.

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Shades of blue with mini hints of yellow watch over the blackened city
Her shades of blue are chunks of love and hints of yellow are happiness
The city is overpowered by the darkness known as hate and bitterness
He looks up to her blue shades as hope, hope to one day be as happy as her
To one day be up there with her instead of looking up at her

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There's a cold feeling I can't shake
like someone is watching.
There's a star at the end of the road
but someone is creeping up behind.
There's a vacant area ahead
it's a path to the end of the road.
There's a straight line to the happy ending
like in the fairy tails.
Right foot after left
I continue to grow closer
then all I see is black
and I hear a cold, cold laugh.

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Slowly the sun gets covered by the moon.
The townspeople had already left,
that is, except for a single man with his dog.
Most people thought him crazy for staying during this time,
doesn't he know what horrors lie during the eclipse?
Know of the nightmare-ish things that happen to humans that stay?
He does, in fact, know what happens.
He knows what happens, for he is the shepherd of those nightmares.
The hound and him transform into what they truly are, evil.
Together they capture any of those who linger,
bringing them to the tower where the man's master lay,
awaiting the unsuspecting souls.
And that is exactly what the man and his hound were doing.
Trecking along the path of what looks to be death,
the plants all black and scarred looking.
Trecking along to lead another human to their final destination,
a place where they can never escape.

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I stare out into the pale blue sky.
The wind chills my bones, and the bare tree branches around me clack together hauntingly.
I watch as two butterflies flitter around in circles.
Slowly they fly around me and land on the branches of the nearest tree.
Their vibrant colors of yellow, orange and red are a stark contrast against their surroundings.
As I watch, both butterflies begin to shed their colors.
They start to bleed those striking colors out of their wings.
So much beauty, but so much pain.

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It's calm and serene in the sea
When the birds fly it's all you see,
It's full of beautiful things
and its all full of peace.
The sound of the waves that run through the water
and with such an amazing view,
all you can think of is how the sea's water is beautiful and blue.

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The winter wind is cold and the storm has ceased its movement.
A red fox trods through fresh, soft snow in the early morning.
It turns its face towards the sun rising into the snowy heavens,
Its bright green eyes searching for life in the snow-covered meadow.
The fox turns back towards the forest,
Hunting and waiting for red dyed snow.

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Black and white
Full of fright
The twist and turn
Of everything in sight

Losing her mind
It begins to unwind
Now there's no need
To ever be kind

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The season of Autumn was upon the earth
the colors of the leaves were like a kaleidoscope ,colors always changing
Night had fallen upon the park
the lamp post had began to flicker like a flame in wind slowly getting brighter
In the dim light of the night there stood a couple to in love to notice the world around them.
On a path going no where