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I too have smashed into ground bloody

Bit hard without mercy saving no face

Put in my place

With life's sharp twists and sliced edges

Peering from the ground at perfect cut hedges

I no longer pretend there won't be an end

And I do give a damn

But I'll go with a bam with no rhym just orange fire and funereal pyre.

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                                                despair doth hope

      my wild wolf is orange and black

     crying out to moon to bring him back

     my poodle waits for love will come

     she has her season by her thumb

     when all do go this two will stay

     adoring me in every day and hour

     forcing me to see the flower.

    

I love the gold gauge in my eyes
It takes me to precious children,
Startling sunsets.  It pierces through red arrows
Lands on ashes and then begins again

We lost your little brother though I'm finding him again
Shooting bow and arrows in the happy hunting ground,
Courage protector even for the darkest angels.
He smiles and says "Mom," don't be sorry.  I learned a lot,
And tell my brother, I can tower over all of you
With hugs and lasting care.  I finally learned that
Love is.  Listen to the birds passing over you
My heart rhythms still remain.

                       For Matthew Shawn Lawson
 
                       In memoriam Gregory Michael Walker