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Rachel Wicks

Hey everyone! check out one of my favorite poet/musicians - Rachel Wicks and her band Milkleg.

http://www.artbywicks.com/rachel_poems_poetry.htm

"The unanswerable questions are the most appealing, just as the journey is more interesting than the destination. Life is embraced more fully than death. Creation is loved more often than completion"

on leaving

On leaving, and falling away. My drops of blood I gave away. On all of the days I gave to buy, a reason that will tell me why.

Of all the things I wished I could, of all the hopes that never would. These dreams to make, some heaven break, and will myself a prayer to take.

On leaving, and falling away. The price that we did surely pay, and all of the games that we did play, could not save us from judgment day

Minuette

We've got a secret, we'll never tell, the first time I met you, I knew you well, hot, tight, and dark-eyed, you are the one, you give to me, the morning sun

but you've got your eyes set on the motorway, standing at the doorway, ready to go, you've got no time to spend here anyway, do you even know where you want to go?, you see your life beyond the horizon, you're looking for a place where the sun never sets, you'll always be looking for tomorrow, but I still love you, my Minuette

its not important, its only my heart, seems like it gets broken, every day, its not important, its only my heart, and what's a heart worth? anyway ...

strange lil' sister, sex symphony, you've got everything I could ever need, stay the night, oh, stay the night, my little Runaway, I've waited so long, I guess you will stay ...

you're gone with the sun in the evening, you've stolen my heart - my Minuette, you carry me away to the promised land, I just hope I don't arrive there dead, you see your life beyond the horizon, you greet every morning without regret, your life is a play, changing, but still the same, remember my name - my Minuette,

its not important, its only my heart, seems like it gets broken, every day, its not important, its only my heart, and what's a heart worth? anyway ...

she always comes back, we're always together, you are my wild child, lingere and leather, maybe I don't know you, the truth will come out, the way you look right now, It'll be fun finding out

but you've got your eyes set on the motorway, standing at the doorway, ready to go, you've got no time to spend here anyway, do you even know where you want to go?, you see your life beyond the horizon, you're looking for a place where the sun never sets, you'll always be looking for tomorrow, but I still love you, my Minuette

its not important, its only my heart, seems like it gets broken, every day, its not important, its only my heart, and what's a heart worth? anyway ...

you're gone with the sun in the evening, you've stolen my heart - my Minuette, you carry me away to the promised land, I just hope I don't arrive there dead, you see your life beyond the horizon, you greet every morning without regret, your life is a play, changing, but still the same, remember my name - my Minuette.

killing time

- killing time -

Why kill time... when it dies so freely on its own?

A time and place for averting this motion and notion with hands wide open. A quiet little memory and hope softly spoken. While we demonstrate a passion a new affection and devotion.

Once walked through the forest of doubt and waded the stream of forgetfulness whilst trying to remember why … That fateful decision! Bathed in crisp white light, dancing to the tune of sweet bliss, cannot help but feel something amiss. The troubled, weary shadow of the twilight moon. A prompt memory of things yet to be.

How sweet ... How sublime ... how you did work your magic on my soul Wouldn't it be wonderful to have that feeling again? And turn back the wretched, gnarled hands of the all-controlling clock.

A time of peace and tranquility. We sit and converse, as our words mix and flow together like blue ribbons in a stream. As morning breaks free and its shattered prison leaves a rose colored hue across the sky. A sky of dreams that begs the question… Do we really need anything else?

Across a small stone bridge on the other side of the stream my dreams hide. As they peer out from the door of the tumbledown shack that sustains them. Only doing what they must, a motive that they alone understand Could there be a reason? What reason do they need...?

Why do we kill time when it dies so freely on its own?

I treasure our time together, and we'll sing summer teardrops of joy, as I drift through the Elysian Field of your heart, sipping the sweet flowing waters, smiling with the birds that dance among the unsullied branches in your mind

But The Time draws near, the moon in repose, demanding, and so I say farewell. But not goodbye ...

To see you again would be as sweet as a kiss of rose petal dew from the tender lips of Love herself..

she said good night

she said good night...

She said "Good night", but it won’t be She waved to me, and closed her door Led me outside and set me free Feed my decay with pity pure She wished me well, to return tomorrow But I am not well, within this sorrow

As we did part, she sweetly smiled Did she smile for love, or in ridicule? As I did descend into exile Maybe I will never know for sure To bleed, like a specter of myself To extract the pain and bring relief

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