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Broken Toys (a poem)In the shadows of the tempests ear
Rest the sweetness of a solitary tear.
Light echos trapped within
the broken exsistance that cannot bend.
Wind aches upon the door
Of forgotten dreams turned never more.
Gently the air does part
In way of earth-bound-tears bleed from the heart
catching sky swiftly passing by
Lights reflection reach the eye
Many look yet refuse to see
The child within, that is me
Strong n brave, tried n true
You'd think they'd all get a clue;
Yet eyes, their gaze, turn away
In search of that more brighter day
And upon the floor the girl does roll
Humanity raping it's toll
Eyes turn in, that cannot bear
The disaster which is happening here
Blood flows down upon the ground
Eyes to others look around
Hands gasp out to hold
Yet all they find is the cold.
Wind blown hair, without a care,
Snaps the face of dispair.
Still she becomes, in her plee,
Of want for humanitys only Lee
Feet shuffle by, upon the stone,
Stepping on this one alone.
Pushing, proding, with no care
Of the one lying there.
Another day has done and gone
Of this lifes one true con.
That, indeed, if you will
Love the one, crawling still.
-AET 10/2004
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"There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."
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