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here i am between the great white walls,
where i stand alone again,
stained in red still not dead,
nor am i sold to the devil found inside of me,
its getting cold, now i have found a destiny.

blacking out, I’m not backing down
and still the demon’s talking to me.

“theres no reason here,
give your life up to me,
she is gone not yours to have,
so give it up, your all alone”

i understand your point of view,
but is there another way?

“I am your demon!
I am your reason!
I’ll be closer to god than you’ll ever be.”

No,
I’ll live today and see the morning light,
I’ll follow the night to see the world ahead of me,
Get back in, as i clean the walls again.

Work Of Jeff Wong “PhoenixTheory”

…and when i have left you
because the promises collected dust
and the draught of your voice
has withered the bunches of words
i held out to you in posies,
will you recall that i was honest,
that i wanted to breathe into you a life,
to see wonderment take your body.
That I craved to hold you above all others
until your nose met the moons.
I hoped to show you
how by longing alone,
I could offer you forever,
and with a steady gaze
you could ride above the horizon
never troubled by how lightly we are here.

come on and love all over me

come on and love all over me

and hold me close to you tonight. I know if

I have you evrything will be alright.

promise to take me where ever you go,

we are blessed and our love will always grow.

“come on and love all over me”

you have been an angel since we first met,

and I havent stopped loving you yet.

you have been putting a smile on my face for years

sometimes I use it to cover up those happy tears.

come on and love all over me

and hold me close to you tonight.

as long as I have you, everything is

is gona be alright.

the memories we share can never be replaced

our home has always been a very happy place.

even though we are getting older, we can both

see….I still got you and you still got me…

we have been together for so long

that just proves to us that our love for

eachother has been really strong, I’m so happy

we kept hanging on.

lets continue to climb up those mountain peaks

we will still kiss each othes rosie cheeks.

we will still go out for dinner and leave the

waitresses a tip and we promise not to forget ,our

favorite honymoon trips… see we believe in

eachother and we learned to forgive..for that

I will love you for as long as I live… remember…

that is how love is supposed to be…….

me loving you and you loveing me.

thank you for being exactly who you are,

I want you to know that” when I picked you.”..

“I picked a star.” you are my star,thats who you are.

come on and love all over me.

come on and love all over me

she’s in love with a man that is her age times two.
she has two children by him and say’s another ones due.
he works hard every day and brings home all his pay.
they live happily together and no faults do they share.
for to some they have wondered, if to her is it fair?
she don’t let it bother her…she’s in love and don’t care.
a good provider he is and to her a great man,
some women are jealous, yep ! guess we could understand,
for guy’s like that there in great demand.
so, needless to say, the next question was…
for whatever its worth ,was old age ever an issue
or was it just to give birth….
he wanted to make sure he left his name sake
she explained to her family this is no mistake.
if he dies before her everything will be o’kay.
I”ll be left with my kids and a lump some of pay.
as long as he loved her and treated her kind,
did’nt leave her broke or in any kind of a bind,
she said she loved him even if he were blind.
the other ladies looked at her often with doubt…
she let them know that she never did without.
she sent them a message saying she paid them
no mind, she knew that a good man like him
would be real hard to find..you should go look
around and find one on your own
cause you wont get this one , he is all mine.

From the crest of a wave

falling

falling

as hard and as dark as hell.

Everything is above me

swirling out of control.

My screams echo silently,

nobody is there,

no one will take me away.

It consumes me

taking away everything that is mine.

Taking the lot

leaving behind splinters of pain.

And still, after so long I am struggling

and fighting and stumbling,

grappling with all that is me.

Even the highs are tainted

baiting me, not letting up.

Can I say I have lost control

Did I have it to begin with.

My life is a lie, a dirty cavernous secret.

The monster that lurks within

took away everything.

Before I had realised - it was all gone.

Wrath of God?

A pig farm in Iowa flooded, sixteen hogs got away
scampered up a levee where they stood not knowing
what to do. There is something unseemly rude, about
the artiodactyls mammal, like white, fat middle aged
men in a sauna; then the grunters were shot, one can’t
have shoats hanging about on a levee. Yes, greatly
unfair, I agree, but porkers are bred to be killed.

Like the young fellow who narrowly escaped death
in a car accident, only to be blown up in Baghdad
when sitting in his armoured auto eating an apple.
Up there an eagle flew, he grabbed hold of its feet,
in the hope it would help slow the descent. The nude,
the feathery and the dead. (Symbolism accidental)
Unfair? Yes, indeed, but what are soldiers for?

Generations Past.

When I get up in summer nights air in the rooms
of my old cottage are dense with souls of those
who lived here before. As I stir the air they move
away they don’t see me but feel a presence that
they think of as a passing ghost.

Young souls are fearful but are told that ghost
means no harm to anyone and that is perhaps true.
Sometime I hear murmurs, voices of sorrow
but also of pleasure, it is life lived which unseen,
relive itself endlessly.

In autumns when the rooms get cold, in a home
made of stones, I light the fire the souls settle in
the wall behind the hearth and the cottage grows
silent as we wait for a new spring.