Offerings Three

Slippery slope giving

Luxurious under sky

Softening the raining

Pounding into why

 

 

Demons come on blackened feet

Darken light and light defeat

Fractured art of light defined

Sweetly placed, lost to time

See the facing of the crowd

Speak the words of hope aloud

See this heart, see this face

No more demons to replace

 

Ribbons flowing with the breeze

Dark as endings seem to seize

Shipwrecked ending of heartache

And unto you the bile breaks

Grind and slip through my veins

Lifting heart, yield no pains

Darkened fingers, darkened hand

Leavened equaled, all to plan.

 

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September 9, 2009

ryn: thanks. how are you doing?

September 10, 2009

very well written

September 16, 2009

Very good, as always. RYN: Of course you’ll help with the shopping! You goose. I’m sorry I missed your call today. I misplaced my cell phone and didn’t get it back until about 6:45 tonight. Don’t freak out too much about the flowers or the shoes, though. I’m trying to swing it in such a way that flowers will be minimal, if present. And shoes are not a huge issue. 🙂