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The Capacity to Love

I look around and what do I see?
A chorus of people crying ‘Please help me!’
‘My problem is great, more so than theirs.
You are the one to soothe my cares!’

So who is first? Who deserves it the most?
Perhaps the downtrodden or the benevolent host?
A special place lies for those who will try,
For they are the ones who only in solitude will cry.
They carry their burden in quiet despair,
So to help them first would only be fair.

I have the capacity for love,
It was sent to me from the being above.
It swells in my heart to see the hateful shove,
For I have the capacity to love.

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The prophecy of Lord Bale

It is said that the great Bale, Lord of all stars and the brightest illumination in the night sky once fell to the land below. His fall was so great that his form began to change. He emerged from the waters with skin like black velvet and eyes so bright they could not be looked upon directly.

He wandered the lands as a man and each night he would look above and long to return to his realm. One day he stumbled across a woman who went by the name of Anna, a dweller of the land. He felt such a sudden rush of affection for her that his starlight energy began to burn white hot.

Anna gazed into Bale’ eyes and was able to withstand their strength. Bale could only maintain his energy whilst he was near her. He loved her and she became a part of him, the crucial part that kept him burning. He offered her his hand and would give her the world above and below. Anna wished for nothing more to be a part of Bale, to offer light to the lands. Before she departed her dwelling and she bid farewell to all she knew the tears she shed filled the rivers. Everything she owned built the mountains and her earthly flesh fed the baby saplings of the woods. Her grief at the loss of the life she once knew was left behind as beauty of the land. High in the realm of the great Bale she felt a true happiness never known to a humble dweller.

Each year, on midsummer’s eve the great Lord Bale can be seen taking his love through the sky in a dazzling display of greens and blues. The aurora reminds the dwellers of the love the Great Lords and Ladies have for them. One day, in a great flash of light, he will return to the lands below.

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Four Sisters

There once lived four sisters, who remained very close,

Each had a husband and children to boast.

With a neat house each, lined in a row,

status and wealth clearly on show.

The first was named Scarlett, fiery and wild.

She and Lance had only one child.

Lance had been working late quite a lot,

having fun with his secretary, until he was caught.

Scarlett cooked him his favourite meal,

laced with an ingredient that was sure to appeal.

By the third mouthful, Lance was dead.

He should have considered his wife; before sharing another’s bed.

Then there was Ruby, elder and smart.

She and Jeff shared a love of art.

Jeff was a failed painter, Ruby had the cash,

so Jeff raided her personal stash.

Gone was the wealth she had scraped and saved.

Jeff didn’t care as long he had his way.

Ruby took a gun; no one would steal from her.

Fifteen shots were fired; it was all a blur.

Elder still was the sister named Rose.

Both she and Archie were writers of prose.

Archie favoured filling his day with drink.

He would hit Rose and wouldn’t think.

Rose had had enough as most of us would.

He didn’t treat them as a father should.

She took up the knife the next time he raged.

She stabbed and stabbed so that she may be saved.

The eldest of the sisters was a lady named Blanche.

Her husband, Taylor, had grown up on a ranch.

Taylor was an outdoors-man; he really loved to hike.

This was something that Blanche herself did not like.

She accused him, beat him and screamed in his ear.

‘Why would you rather be out there than in here?’

One day when it had all gotten too much,

Taylor was found hanging by his hutch.

So the four sisters, always remained close.

The judge had seen that stand out the most.

They once had neat houses, standing in a row.

Now they wait together, for their time to go.

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Abandoned Places 

Into the world of imagination you delve.
The glow of the computer screen drawing you nearer.
Picking out the words letter by letter.
Each click released into the air like a virus.

At the entrance to imagination lies a warning etched in stone.
Do not venture too far or you may not return.
The world looks different watching from within the mind.
All the same sights but with a hazy yellow glow.

The streets you walked once familiar, now strange.
The same objects you spied many times before, now odd.
Those faces you have known, every wrinkle, every scar.
Now their eyes glare with suspicion.

Take a chance, walk those silent alleys once more.
Your imagination will never fully clear.
Fill the empty windows with images of your own.
Let the birds sing with a song of your own composition.

Fill the lonely streets with whatever you please.
The laughter of children. The cries of pain perhaps?
There are no rules in the land of imagination.
No morals to govern the comings and goings.

Be free to express your deepest desires.
Don’t be shy to shed a tear.
Grit your teeth, relieve your frustration.
For when the computer screen blinks into darkness, the streets are abandoned once more.

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