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drag me to the street
leave me on my own
for all the world to see
i'll walk this beat
with shoes of lead
these soles handsewn
im back again
what to do now
curiosity killed the cat
but you must remember
9 lives makes the past clear
and the future known
curiosity to the dogs
satisfactions whats in this heart
its what led me back
like that childs fable
the cat in the hat came back
leave me on my own
for all the world to see
i'll walk this beat
with shoes of lead
these soles handsewn
im back again
what to do now
curiosity killed the cat
but you must remember
9 lives makes the past clear
and the future known
curiosity to the dogs
satisfactions whats in this heart
its what led me back
like that childs fable
the cat in the hat came back
Literature
NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
Literature
Whispered Song
Soft whispers
Written in love.
I wonder if you can hear them?
I only allow myself to whisper
For fear of being heard.
But as my whispers belie,
I want to be heard.
So then I want to scream!
Yell to the westerly winds
What I wish I could softly whisper in your ear.
But I still just keep on whispering,
just through written words.
Hoping you're as crazy as I am.
Hoping you might actually hear
My whispered song....
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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i love how the first paragraph rhymes so cleverly. impressively beautiful work tony 