My Desire

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Kay L Rice

April 11, 2017

Eyes closed, heart tied to the sea,
Take me to where the wind speaks to me.
Where the rain paints like watercolors,
Where the sky makes the land seem smaller.

My dreams return me home as I sleep,
To where the dolphines play so deep.
Wash me away under sun and sail,
Grant me peace, freedom, without a care.

Eyes closed tight, ears straining to hear,
The sounds of the waves, no more fear.
The wind and waves call out loud to me,
“Return to your home. Return to the sea”.

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Dark Path

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Dark Path
Kay Rice
12/3/2013

Do not wonder from this path at night,
Nor ask a stranger, your candle to light.
The forest around us, comes alive, you see,
And will gobble you up, among the trees.

Be sure that your eyes are not playing tricks,
Stay on the path as the brush grows thick.
Things live here, that are born in bad dreams,
And will chill your blood, like ice covered streams.

Do not stop for a quick, curious stare,
Ignore the movement you know you saw there.
Leave alone the rustling, single small branch,
Now hurry on home to your safe, warm ranch.

Do not stray from your path so dear,
Creatures of long ago live and hunt around here.
Stay aware for that tug on the back of your cape,
And resist the urge to take curiosity’s bait.

Run home, before the moon replaces the sun,
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Truth

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Truth
Kay L. Rice

The World Says…
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
Yet I hear you say,
You are the diamond that shines without end.

The World Says…
Money and wealth is the what should fill our day.
And you tell me,
The treasure most sought is what is given away.

The World Says…
Push and force your rights and views on others.
And you answer softly,
Treat all around you as they are your sisters and brothers.

The World Screams…
Hoard what you have, take what you can get.
You quietly open my hand,
“Give what I give you, needs will be met.”

The Noise of the World,
Loud, chaotic and angry carries through the land.
Your voice gives me comfort,
Peaceful and Restful I become in your hand.

Maiden

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Arms wide open she walked to the wave,
She had grown tired of being alone and brave.
Her ears grew deaf of the growing crowd,
Her eyes fixed on the waves roaring loud.

She kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her smock,
Moving in poetry as if her cell lost it’s lock.
Arms spread open, embracing the salt air,
She danced as she walked deeper than anyone dare.

As the wave crashed down over her head,
Onlookers screamed fearing she must be dead.
A strange sight as the waves displayed it’s rare treasure,
A creature so beautiful beyond all measure.

Rubbing eyes, holding breath, only able to stare,
At the beauty that returned to a world without a care.
With a wink and a kiss she was gone in a flash,
The sun kissed waves hid the maiden’s last splash.
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The Race

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The Race
Kay L. Rice
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When will I be able to catch my breath?
Running harder for a destination that leads to death.
My eyes are clouded, blurred by sweat and tears.
Yet slowing down only feeds more deadly fears.

I give eternally till all is gone and spent.
I grow weaker, slower, as I am forced to bend.
Sleep is a stranger, rest is something faded away.
This was not my intent, not the price I planned to pay.

Nothing is good enough for the needs of this world.
I do not want to live at this pace any more.
I’m tired of running to only reach for shadows.
I don’t want to give until I’m a shell only hallow.

Let me rest, let me put myself back together.
Let me feel the sun on my face, let me enjoy the weather.
Take this burden of weight and journey from my shoulder.
Let me lean on you, just for a while, so I can be bolder.

I have pulled this weight alone for far too long.
Not sure the reason, except in my mind its to belong.
My heart is slowing, my dreams are fading, its all up to me.
I joined this race for one dream, to live free.

 

Karma

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She rose from the dead on a cold Autumn night,
Beaten and scarred with eyes stolen of sight.
She was given the breath of beasts of gold,
As an angel filled her lungs with air ice cold.

She trained and she grew under watchful eye,
Learning to fight, to stand, protect and fly.
Days and nights of joy replaced a life of pain,
Knowing each morning she would never be the same.

She remembered when she had no voice,
A thunderous scream from her chest arose.
Staring at the scars, the burns, the brand,
Declaring never again from any one’s hand.

She left her city, broken lifted up in an angels arms,
Now, she returns to protect others from harm.
To those who prey on the weak and small, this believe
Karma has risen to protect, with sharp claws & teeth.

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Ghosts

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Kay L. Rice
11/2/2015

 
They say that ghosts can not hurt you.
I’m here to tell you that is not true.
You see, there’s a ghost that brings fears,
A ghost that in life brought nothing but tears.

Memories, spiked with fear and with sorrow.
The kind that teaches you there is no tomorrow.
Frozen, alone, left behind, forgotten from sight.
Better alone, then hunted down night after night.

Ghosts rise and taunt and burn in the mind.
Until you realize there is no where to hide.
You look at the scars and that’s all you see.
Until you realize there is nothing you can be.

At this point the ghost wins the fight it is done.
No, I refuse to allow the dead to be the victorious one.
I am an unwilling warrior and I will continue to fight,
The demon, the ghost, that tried to bury my soul in the night.

Along my path, my journey, my way,
Perhaps, a few others I can help save.
Perhaps? No, now, this will be my cause.
No one should have to live by another’s flaws.

No monster from stories can fill us with such horrors,
As much as the memory of a human we thought that adored us.
Then it’s time to move on, to grow and become strong,
Then perhaps we prove the promises of ghosts very wrong.

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