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Power is Control

Power is control –A shard of mythThat you think you own,But you are a marionetteDangling at fate’s behest.You think you moved?You are pushed.You think you are quiet?You have been silenced.Think you have spoken?You have been forced to scream –A painful bellow,You have been marked yellowFor

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The Gardener

When the dawn came,And the sun blamed,He plodded through the hallway lonelyDragging his weight toward the gateThat opened to his garden slowly. Jumped in joy,To find the coyThat patiently awaited his eyes –Spring had comeAnd the birds had sungA song he had wanted to try.