The Black & White Poet
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Kicked the empty coke bottle,
As I sat next to one of my many willow trees.
Fairy-like, angel-messengers
Relaxing aloft my deteriorated theater plot-
For entertainment is unnecessary for the solitude.
“Do Not Enter” was a mistaken graffiti!…
On wherever about the entrance and exit even is!
Yes, yes, to exit is to die.
To allow one to enter the secluded soul-
Is he found to never escape?
No matter the excuse?
Incredible, just come be with me…
Your like sugar to my spirit.
And to forever find you?
Is sweet, sweet luxury.
Please, be with me,
You've come so close to my entity.
Direction is forbidden-
But oh, how near you are…
…Yet logically distant!
Each step is a risk
Patience is a long time.
Forever is a long, long time.
~DaYnA e. 3/22/04
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