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Taylor H.
Life is a book. You are given a pen. Write your story. Hi! I'm Taylor. I'm a free verse writer And I enjoy cooking, books, and music.
Life is a book. You are given a pen. Write your story. Hi! I'm Taylor. I'm a free verse writer And I enjoy cooking, books, and music.
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We go beyond



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Blood for blood,
We go beyond.
Tussling and bending
So we can see the light.
Writhing in the darkness,
A cocoon we invent to be blind.
But we are butterflies!
Born of beauty and color.
We are made to be seen and adored!
Born to embrace the light
And shine everywhere we go.
Invoking the promise of freedom
From the very beginning.
Being able to fly even as we learn to walk.
Yet, even as free as we are,
Life, and it's infinite complexities,
Find a way to bring us down
Into the darkness.
And we must find the strength
To fly back into the light
Before we drown in the dark.
Our fragile wings beating against the air,
Fighting the ties that bind us unwillingly.
Digging deep within ourselves
For the unrelenting will to touch the light.
Reaching new heights and opening our eyes
To the world we only thought we knew.
We are born in the light,
But are brought down to the dark.
We fly out of the darkness and into the light.
Reborn and born again.
Blood for blood,
We go beyond.

©Taylor Huskey 2018 (Poem and Picture)
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We go beyond



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Blood for blood,
We go beyond.
Tussling and bending
So we can see the light.
Writhing in the darkness,
A cocoon we invent to be blind.
But we are butterflies!
Born of beauty and color.
We are made to be seen and adored!
Born to embrace the light
And shine everywhere we go.
Invoking the promise of freedom
From the very beginning.
Being able to fly even as we learn to walk.
Yet, even as free as we are,
Life, and it's infinite complexities,
Find a way to bring us down
Into the darkness.
And we must find the strength
To fly back into the light
Before we drown in the dark.
Our fragile wings beating against the air,
Fighting the ties that bind us unwillingly.
Digging deep within ourselves
For the unrelenting will to touch the light.
Reaching new heights and opening our eyes
To the world we only thought we knew.
We are born in the light,
But are brought down to the dark.
We fly out of the darkness and into the light.
Reborn and born again.
Blood for blood,
We go beyond.

©Taylor Huskey 2018

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We go beyond



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Blood for blood,
We go beyond.
Tussling and bending
So we can see the light.
Writhing in the darkness,
A cocoon we invent to be blind.
But we are butterflies!
Born of beauty and color.
We are made to be seen and adored!
Born to embrace the light
And shine everywhere we go.
Invoking the promise of freedom
From the very beginning.
Being able to fly even as we learn to walk.
Yet, even as free as we are,
Life, and it's infinite complexities,
Find a way to bring us down
Into the darkness.
And we must find the strength
To fly back into the light
Before we drown in the dark.
Our fragile wings beating against the air,
Fighting the ties that bind us unwillingly.
Digging deep within ourselves
For the unrelenting will to touch the light.
Reaching new heights and opening our eyes
To the world we only thought we knew.
We are born in the light,
But are brought down to the dark.
We fly out of the darkness and into the light.
Reborn and born again.
Blood for blood,
We go beyond.

©Taylor Huskey 2018

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https://plus.google.com/+JakeHarrisx/posts/BgKa472Q8sA
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Something to think about.
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Body of Bread and Gold



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Softly, I tread
On this open plain.
Fields of wheat,
And short grain.
Wild and sweet
Like the rain.

Land of flowing valleys
And bountiful hills,
Going on towards the horizon.
Tempting you from your sills.
Luscious beauty beyond compare,
One could get chills.

And when the twilight comes,
As the sun touches dusk,
Late sunshine turns the fields red,
Kissing the world's cusp,
Like a maiden's first blush,
Awaking a deep and true lust.

This land is worth it's weight in cost.
The fields end in a river of gold.
Silky and soft, one could get lost
In comfort and peace untold.
The waters twist and branch off like frost
Over lands of beauty all behold.

The budding flowers go on forever.
Opening to sensation.
Their scent intoxicating,
A very tempting invitation.
Swept in a breeze, their desire swell.
Begging for realization.

I've seen this land time and again.
Always smiling and always full of beauty.
Luscious and pure, as possessed by mine.
To it I've always placed my fealty.
This land is not a place that is real or fictitious.
It's living and breathing and knowing absolutely.

She is this body of bread and gold,
For she is life in it's complete treasure.
Loving endlessly and overflowing graciousness
That is there without measure.
And my love would be her rain,
For which is my most fervent pleasure.


©Taylor Huskey 2018 (Poem and Picture)
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Body of Bread and Gold



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Softly, I tread
On this open plain.
Fields of wheat,
And short grain.
Wild and sweet
Like the rain.

Land of flowing valleys
And bountiful hills,
Going on towards the horizon.
Tempting you from your sills.
Luscious beauty beyond compare,
One could get chills.

And when the twilight comes,
As the sun touches dusk,
Late sunshine turns the fields red,
Kissing the world's cusp,
Like a maiden's first blush,
Awaking a deep and true lust.

This land is worth it's weight in cost.
The fields end in a river of gold.
Silky and soft, one could get lost
In comfort and peace untold.
The waters twist and branch off like frost
Over lands of beauty all behold.

The budding flowers go on forever.
Opening to sensation.
Their scent intoxicating,
A very tempting invitation.
Swept in a breeze, their desire swell.
Begging for realization.

I've seen this land time and again.
Always smiling and always full of beauty.
Luscious and pure, as possessed by mine.
To it I've always placed my fealty.
This land is not a place that is real or fictitious.
It's living and breathing and knowing absolutely.

She is this body of bread and gold,
For she is life in it's complete treasure.
Loving endlessly and overflowing graciousness
That is there without measure.
And my love would be her rain,
For which is my most fervent pleasure.


©Taylor Huskey 2018

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Body of Bread and Gold



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Softly, I tread
On this open plain.
Fields of wheat,
And short grain.
Wild and sweet
Like the rain.

Land of flowing valleys
And bountiful hills,
Going on towards the horizon.
Tempting you from your sills.
Luscious beauty beyond compare,
One could get chills.

And when the twilight comes,
As the sun touches dusk,
Late sunshine turns the fields red,
Kissing the world's cusp,
Like a maiden's first blush,
Awaking a deep and true lust.

This land is worth it's weight in cost.
The fields end in a river of gold.
Silky and soft, one could get lost
In comfort and peace untold.
The waters twist and branch off like frost
Over lands of beauty all behold.

The budding flowers go on forever.
Opening to sensation.
Their scent intoxicating,
A very tempting invitation.
Swept in a breeze, their desire swell.
Begging for realization.

I've seen this land time and again.
Always smiling and always full of beauty.
Luscious and pure, as possessed by mine.
To it I've always placed my fealty.
This land is not a place that is real or fictitious.
It's living and breathing and knowing absolutely.

She is this body of bread and gold,
For she is life in it's complete treasure.
Loving endlessly and overflowing graciousness
That is there without measure.
And my love would be her rain,
For which is my most fervent pleasure.


©Taylor Huskey 2018

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Fly by FAID

Awesome song. So uplifting.
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Where I Was Born by FAID

Love this song.
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Illusion




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I can see the sun.
Hazy through the clouds,
But there, just beyond my touch.

I feel the burn of my blood
As it travels their well-worn roads
Over and over again.

I can hear the call of something other.
Far away, a distant cry.
There, but so far away.

I follow the path of the day.
Listening and waiting for the call to sound,
For it has gotten into my blood.

It is a sound I can't ignore.
The sun my guide, the moon my well.
I am wishing to answer the call.

I found it at the end of the world.
I can still see the sun, through the hazy clouds.
I can hear the call; it is near.

I'm stopped by an invisible force.
No matter how I try, it stays.
The burn in my blood grows hotter.

Anger and frustration fuel my rage.
So close! So close!
I can hear it! Just beyond my touch.

Suddenly, the hazy clears.
The sun burns, and I see the caller.
Yet, I also see, freedom is an illusion.

I am in a cage,
And my caller is my warden.

©Taylor Huskey 2018

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