.Ƣ س ȡ Ա. [ ڧ ].
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i knew forever was a lilac facing due west.
as persistent as a child begging on their knees,
she arrived with the day bearing gifts of fruit.
a course, steady ahead, we locate the source.
the buffalo herd has one hero.
at night he stands atop the canyon gorge
and sets the tribes aflame.
you only hope to see him.
and pray not for the same.
this is my price for the chance to survive.
it isn't high but it comes with the cost of one life.
tonight we'll let the wind be our guide.
resettle in civilization.
the pavement streets home the headlights and the houseless.
in this place we live like the birds.
as long as we lend a hand in the community
we'll always be treated as royalty.
by tonight i'll let the waves be my guide.
Ƕe clambered to the depths of his own thoughts
ţo scour through his memory of things he once was taught.
ƥick one out so cautiously not to choose the wrong.
Ṥuddenly, he recalls five words that she had spoke in a time that is long since gone.
she said
"i will never forget you"
and he said the same to her.
"keep me here..." as she presses his chest
..."for as long as you can remember."
he reṪreats back to the place where he can find seclusion -
his home; where nobody knows the secrets of his confusion.
their Ḹove stands still and the tears are disguised.
he revisits each time ƕe closes his eyes.
go back to when
my kneeeeeEEES
buckled up when you first touched my skin
yes, i need you here with me.
…and this is where our static character finds solace in the most remarkable way. 
the cry of the crow is heard carried in the air of night
a success for the settlers as they search the land for shelter
"Constance, Oh Constance!" you sent me on my venture
all i have to return are these words and a picture.
we've known not to ask for favors
but if you could love then i know your heart is as pure as ours.
nobody is ever told to grant to the wishes of fellow suits
and in our cast of contrast we continue to move.
"what are you asking of me?"
i've been baited by lure of lust
and seamlessly became the barer of trust!
broken recollection.
battered tension.
a bruised reflection of distorted depictions.
defying inhibitions.
delaying procrastination.
a defining trait of impatient disposition.
please cast us from the hook.
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» i keep you near...in my heart & in my art.
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(a man
who speaks
words into
thin air
without intentions
of effort
will forever
be destined
to the
cause of
disappointment and
hopelessly unaware.)
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hold on to see what i've stored in my own mind
all of the secrets i have are hidden in plain sight.
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Like the wind between my fingers, i pervade through the night
to find what lies behind the ambient light blinding my own eyes.
i wish to recall a story my father once read to me…
…yet instead i trigger the static of abandoned memories.
a shift__to__ shape for the sake of__fate.
a ploy__to__ forge the destiny i__create.
conceive, devise-->>believe, contrive-->>
succeed OR at very least…say i tried.
my only regrets will be for things i have done…rather than have not.
"i ought to"…"i forgot to"…follow through with the thoughts i sought to do.
motiVation:
the notion is motion.
asserTion:
the action of bringing into fruition.
& in conclusion:
My Opposition Lacks Loving You.
i seek relief in reacHing towards these dreams i keep
but S.omehow, S.omeway…i lost my own sense of peace.
lately,
my thoughts are bleak_______.
my visions are bleached________.
& i've come to sēē the waters i Ṫread are onĺy as dēēp as i can tƕink.
inevitably, i sinҜ.....
this distress must ceấse!!!!!
i haven't the capaciŦy to bare more grief .
S.o please, PLEASE, PLEASE…comè rescue mè.
