- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Swinging Scythe
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I'm tired of this diatribe
the vibe banging back and forth
between my ears
caution driving me to exhaustion
as I wait for what I hold dear
I hear the sound of taps
clapping out the final rhythm
how I wish I was with them
who love me instead
I go to bed each night alone
longing for the home
I tell myself we will one day share
but when or where
I don't really know,instead I vacillate
awaitng fate's hand
to turn the tarot cards
display the perfect moment
for me to make the move
instill in me some courage
to be with the one I love
but the reaper is a trickster
who stirs your fate
with a sharp sickle
a cutting edge that's fickle
watch the way it swings
the tune it sings
may be sour and the hour
you await may never arrive
Arise! while you still can
Live while you're alive!
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