The Phoenix II

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The Casbar II

The Casbar

Guerrilla Rhymes V

Your Eyes

Your eyes are transparent windows
I look through to the outside world
Your eyes are beads strung around a
pile of soft white dough
Your eyes grow dark in the night and
disappear in the light
Your eyes blink every couple of seconds
Your eyes are meant to be held
not by hands, but by other eyes
Their eyes don't hold your eyes as
close as mine
Because my eyes are your eyes
forever and a time.



Your Song

I see it ripple shallow waters in a mist
I hear it pass around my head like a hundred roman candels
I smell its sweet wine and fruit blended under a salty seaside wind
I feel it move the unmovable
I taste its bitter end
I sense its over, but my senses live on
That's what happens when I hear your song
And when my senses have felt the final sting
It's only your song I want to sing.

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