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Desert Rain
Masses swept up in a frenzy of feeling Words forgotten, or whispered on the edge of touch Sensation a ruler over the valley walked in shadow
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Hidden Paths
Hold tight the paper hand Follow the scent of dust and madness into the past These black tunnels beneath the world Where evil whispers it’s secrets.
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Crossroads
We met at the crossroads Beneath a different moon Edges like water, the stars falling A constant rain of glittering dust Always beginning at the same place
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Light the Way
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket The only cover on a soul washed raw A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.
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Moonbeams
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive Stars digging their way through the sky In an effort to reach the surface below
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Black Curtain
I could listen to your lies forever Give me no glimpse of the truth Shroud me in your black curtains Until words have no meaning
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For Now
You say I have you Here in the dark between our hearts This moment that will beat on unending Beneath that whisper meant to give me peace Yet I see more in your eyes than you know
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Out of Reach
Time walked a straight path from the morning On a collision course with rapture Then all melted in a haze of something like color, but more A distant scream was a song on the breeze
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The Wrong Words
It was her hand reaching out to me Cold fingers grasping at a final trace of hope Like breath lingering upon a still morning That broke apart the wall, brick by brick
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Matchsticks
Fly the way of windstorms Howl at the gate, passage through the wall Voice of death calling out ‘enter’ And no dream of disobedience will come.
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Smile at the Flames
All was silent until the world broke No warning before the song of our end sang in turning gears The fires started, flames out of the sky ran liquid through the streets Consuming time to be thrown as food for the wind
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Summit
The hilltop lorded over him since the day he first drew breath Blackened peak defiant to cobbled streets below Eyes watching the spark of sun beyond the high ridge
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In the Borderlands
I walk always the line between here and there Two worlds spilling in and out of one another Lights sparking into darkness and waves that lull me further away…
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Mitchel David Ring 