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Autumn's Twilight

Collections of the leaves of life

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The river’s flow

Past barren fields doth
She travels on
By wick and bale
And stars above
Guide those lofty sails.
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See yon lantern lit?
Held high by ancient rite
Guiding all who pass
To a further life..

(Stow the coins.
Hide them well
Price not paid
Leads you roaming
‘Ove the moors.)

Onward does the river flow
With sails fast we go
Ever closer and closer
To there..

To there..that we go.
By wick and bail
And the stars above
Keeps us hale
As we travel down
The river’s flow.

go.
go.
go.

©Autumn Zephyr

Journey on my heart

Journey on my heart.
This stop is just a layover.
Travelling on my friend
I’m paused admiring this place.

Journey on my heart.
No sense to look back.
That’s not the direction we’re going.
One step ahead of the other
Taking one more step.

Journey on my heart.
This stop is just a layover.
I’m travelling on, travelling on.
Taking one step after the other.

Journey on my heart.

©Isabella LeCour

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Somewhere

Somewhere between the soft notes drifting in the air
and the blink of my eyes,
you are there.
Somewhere between my breath and the next heartbeat,
you are there.
Somewhere between the soft rains and all the oceans waving at me,
you are there.

You are where I want to be;
somewhere between here and there to me.

©Isabella LeCour

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Journey on

Journey on my heart.
This stop is just a layover.
Travelling on my friend
I’m paused admiring this place.

Journey on my heart.
No sense to look back.
That’s not the direction we’re going.
One step ahead of the other
Taking one more step.

Journey on my heart.
This stop is just a layover.
I’m travelling on, travelling on.
Taking one step after the other.

Journey on my heart.

Oh Cupid

Cupid, oh you mischevious archer, stow your arrows
leave your bow behind, and seek not me.
May others seek thee but oh Cupid, this year
please fill me with arrows none.
The sweet touch of your poison still courses through my veins
leaving me with throes of madness wild.
Oh Cupid, you mischievous archer, stow your arrows, please.
You’ve made a pin cushion out of me.

Fourteenth

Keep the candy.
It means nothing to me and even less to you.
So sterile of feelings, it’s chocolate
Made without connection,
Without love and care.

Keep the flowers.
Yes, they are pretty but what do they say?
Everyone gets the same prepackaged
Automated message, so manufactured,
Not a word from your heart.

Keep the card.
You spent hours looking for the perfect one?
I’m here to tell you, you missed the mark.
Nowhere in there is you and I nor could there be.

Come here, you need a hug.
To celebrate our love,
don’t withhold to one day a year.

Let your every action speak your devotion.
Let love flow through your fingertips.
Let the hours that tick by be a testament
of your love, by your deeds.

Please, be true.
Be you.

DTFMA

Time to settle up with the truth.
Days gone by
The window of my browser
Molded and grew icky
Facing your page
Abandoned.

I’d bet in real life
you’re the sweetest man ever
always kind and considerate,
opening door and pulling out chairs,
changing helpless women’s flat tires.

I’d bet in real life
you’re confused as why your
girls all run and cry
getting upset with you.
You’re the perfect guy.

“All I did was try to help!”
“I gave her everything
and she repays me like this?”
Ignoring those times tears flowed,
ignoring those times when real pain showed.

Everything you do is tainted from the start.
Feed me! Feed me! all you do Feed me!
Admire me. Love me. Adore me. Worship me.
Do as I say. If you love me you’ll let me do
anything I want to do to you. Feed me! Feed me!

You think you’re such a nice guy. Helping people.
Scamming people. Loving people. Using people.
Opening hearts. Cracking souls. Power of positive thinking,
sorely misused, abused. Sometimes shit is shit.
No amount of poopoourie is gonna fix it.

Everything you know was brought to bear
on your desires as if it was for the greater good.
Ignoring consent as if it was a given. This was
no trolley experiment but you treat the world
as if you were the greater good.

Bet you think you’re the nice guy even still
and I’m just the bitter one.
Well, let me tell the truth,
you are sugar sweet and wrapped in truth,
but bitting deeper left poison on my teeth
’cause you’re rotten to the core.

And darling, I learned from the best
which just happened to be you.
Everything I’ve ever done
nothing more than a reflection
of your actions.
Just a mirror into your soul.

Time for me to smash this mirror
doesn’t fit me, never really did
I’m happy to give back the reins
and get off the Karma train.
I’m gonna take a shower and wash
all thoughts of you away.

Keeper

He doesn’t write her love songs
and rarely brings home flowers.
He often to forgets to call her
and ask about her day.

Some would say he’s thoughtless
careless with her heart
yet they never see the tiny things
that doesn’t pull them apart.

He’s never forgotten how she likes her coffee
no matter how often she changes,
black, hazelnut, vanilla, Irish cream,
he knows her ways like he knows his own name.

She’s a tempest, blowing hot to cold
and through it all, he’s opened wide
those arm’s of his and wrapped her deep
for ‘hugs are always free.’

And late at night when no one sees
he takes her hand in his
to hold, to keep
and they both sleep a peaceful sleep.

 

©Isabella LeCour

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