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night breathes world throws noise against the silence blaring muted incognito in the shadows moans of passion and pain screams of loss and victory notes of battered keys murmured melodies birthed into blues

#Temptation's reigns were pulling and I began the dance the puppet's frantic tapping I bartered with the chance to take or to deny it I weighed the cost in pain to gratify my heart or satisfy the sane What bully be the universe to set me in such plight I closed my eyes took a breath and .... #VSS365

Temptation Painting by Anna Matykiewicz

’twas atop the rock at the bottom that I did see the light at tunnel’s end I endeavored this journey through the night I struggled against its whispers to gently settle in I knew that point of no return was where I must begin

What happens when the “strong one” removes the shield how harsh the response when strong one no longer yields when take and take and take is put to an end foe revealed as family foe revealed as friend how toxic the cycle how tiring the line … just some thoughts hovering ‘bout the mind #poetry

headwinds … wings had no defense updrafts kept me going if that makes any sense the further back I tumbled the higher up I rose for me, there's no complaining I walked the roads I chose mountaintops are sweeter because I know the price #headwinds taught me lessons I don't plan to learn them twice

Meet me before twilight in the garden of my muse there shall we pretend at life with no scarring or bruise A bit of perfection to chase away ghost that set tea trays of Cotton at hauntings they host Tears are forbidden drench feelings in wine We'll build walls of pudding stone and fences of vine

sometimes the alphabet fall where they may pen then sketches a map sometimes heart takes a cosmic trail leaving mind with questions to ask sometimes we know where it is we head sometimes we write as we guess ‘til light is shed and landing's clear confirming that pen knows best