Kisses in Flight, Peddlespoon [books to read in your 20s TXT] 📗

/> Our 2 wheel cart gentley had now come a-shore
nearly naked bodies struggled to a bed of sand
To awaken beached with a cart and broken boat Oar


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Kindledge

High Zagard Blitz be there in sky
Looking somewhat reposed to My
In windage stobs of hollow clouds
Passages carved by sharded plows
Directed as if on some Mastic plight
Omnious infernal of molting light
Beyond the realm of portal sound
With gravest pitch there be found
Perceive and endless row of waves
That bring to memory longer days
When life be spent indulgence form
In copulating with that yet born
A started plinth of mindless acts
Creating a slanted void more lacks
Than an old Ribbonetic flow of prime
That stretch to reach a mordant line
Extend with more if be there need
Pitty for those who have not greed
For Dawn be merged upon this Land
An kindledge now has found its brand


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FUN SUN RUN

The year be 1633 according to Mistress MayguN
She was 16 and had a way with numbers and names
Knew 365 different word for the days of any year
9 months from our wreck be notched upon our canes

Star be the only name I had ever grown to be known
Me I was only 2 months past my 11th. birth year
Raised by Privateers at Sea since the age of 6
Then 3 years fostered by Lady Bean to work the Peer

We traveled a 100 miles pulling our trunk Cart
Following the Sun and endless path of beach an sand
Tracking birds and wildlife kept up our skins of water
Every 7th. day we would make a journy north inland

My Knife and Blanket our only shared companions
The Cart we both hated after pulling 6 days a week
Yet it be our flint and water and rags for our back
My blanket was also a whip when words be not to speak

MayguN was my Dame and taught me many things
I was her slave by day and God most every night
First Fun then Sun our motto never changed
Till we found a 4 mast scooner abandoned after fight


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OLD BRONZE ROSE

A peaceful clearing in the wild woods I grow
In a damp Savoy of the forest so cold
And here the bright light may only glance
Before the long night takes me to her trance
My Solome thorn pray only it be not found
My power can posses the beast reknown
Take your leave if your heart be true
Yet sweeter there be my nector dew
I know not the pang of conquering foe
All life begins from where I grow
For you who sleep below younder tree
If its good for you its good for me
Now my decendence may cause you pain
But what is life if comes not the rain
When this bud opens my leafs will ajourn
My crown will blossom my peddles will turn
Then only the Dawn shall be savior to me
For I am Thee of Nobel seed


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Demented Flame

I'll rest my bones by the fire this night
And cool my brow by the orange of light
Be drawn my sword to the heart of the flame
While the judge of truth removes all stains
In calm deliverance I'll find some relief
From all destuction and fast parting grief
Let it be heard in the Hallowed Halls of time
If the taste of death sweat more than mine
The flame it rises and beckons one in
Twisting away and lashing back again
All thoughts abandon in the fire of space
It slaps the pride and defends its place
Is not the challenge of life so tough
That peace will come in time enough
So all may find a time of faith to trust
And war will cease to raise the dust
Yet I know in tomorrows sun shine
The soul again shall walk that line
And find the day more gentle than night
For you who find the spark so bright


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Publication Date: 08-24-2011

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