Here comes Peter Cottontail...
Runnin’ down dat nasty bunny trail...
Got himself in trouble and thrown in jail...
Poppa Rabbit finally paid the bail...
Chasin’ bunny tail is such a terrible habit...
Every bunny that hops by, he’s gotta grab it...
Whether old or young, he’s gotta have it...
Peter has turned into the Prodigal Rabbit...
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Find the one thing that boils the blood in you
and let it keep you warm in the coldness of nights,
Should the passion be love,
let it not be the kind of infantile love that you seek
to save you from victim-hood,
And let not your blood boil from a buffoon's competition,
or envy,
or a hypocrisy of your detriment,
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They say forgiveness is for those who were wronged
But so is choosing not to forgive
You don’t have to forgive those who hurt you
In order to move on from that time
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t hit you
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t scream at you
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no blood dried wasn't drawn
no lover forgotten hasn't gone
no thing unsaid has left my head
from "i love you" to "i'd love to be dead"
The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.
She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds,
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine; like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.
The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern;
Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned.
Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles,
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I am evil.
I am evil.
And still, in my evil, don’t leave me, Lord.
If You walk away, I will fall.
My flesh will devour me.
I’ve tried to please You
with everything in me,
but I can’t.
I can’t.
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What do you do with an apology?
fold it and keep it in your pocket,
polish it and put it in a treasure chest,
taped it to your journal,
or burn it cause it doesn't have value anymore?
the damage has been done
catastrophic, a word that could describe it
the damage has been resolved
repaired in the silence of days
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Brave are those
who are willing to forgive.
Not because they forget,
but because they remember
and still choose peace.
They carry the weight,
not as a burden,
but as a bridge.
They let go,
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WAITING FOR DEATH
How tedious it is waiting for Death
when She is still dressing up
to sit in a quagmire of silent prayer
while sandwiches turn dry
How tedious when a nappy
must still be changed
as Forgiveness waits for a touch
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Beneath the arches, time lets go,
A whispering current’s steady flow.
Bruised reflections drift and gleam,
Carrying burdens into the stream.
What once was heavy now feels light,
The bridge stands still through day and night.
For water passes, and so do we,
Letting the past dissolve, set free.