She Is The Music

She Is The Music

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She is such a special girl

She sits alone, but she is never alone

Her music stays with her always

Coming from her father’s old Walkman

Through a pair of her favorite headphones

The music becomes a part of her

Each note travels to her fingers

Coming out as a new poem or a new story

Or maybe a princess is a witch’s palace

Something only she can fully understand

But, that is who this girl truly is

She is the music and the music is her

© Poem – VIII/XXXI/MMXXII

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The Girl Death Loved

The Girl Death Loved

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She was the loneliest woman alive

But Death craved her soul

He wanted her for her beauty

But the rules said that she was free

So, the moment she died

No one mourned for her

But Death loved her so much

True, he could never have her

But he could never let her go

He carved her image onto a wall

A special place where she always sat

Death’s tribute to the girl he loved

© Poem – VIII/XXX/MMXXII

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Unbridled Creativity

Unbridled Creativity

By Lord R.e. Taylor

So many bright, intense colors

Almost creating a sensory overload

Even with that it is thoroughly beautiful

A true tribute to the owner

An unbridled creativity

So rare in a concrete and glass world

© Poem – VIII/XXIX/MMXXII

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Yelling In The Fog

Yelling In The Fog

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The forest gives you time and space you never had

The ability to climb on to an ancient rock

Yell as loud as you can into the morning fog

Then wait for someone to answer back to you

Either God or a lost spirit, someone will answer

And you will know that you do truly exist

© Poem – VIII/XXIX/MMXXII

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A Brand-New Woman

A Brand-New Woman

By Lord R.e. Taylor

You were always a colorful girl

Tie dyed shorts and flowered tops

Always finding new ways to not fit in

You made one final trip to the chemist

Fifty dollars and ten boxes of hair dye

And, after the longest day ever

Then a new you was created

More colorful and more beautiful

A brand-new woman for a brand-new world

© Poem – VIII/XXVII/MMXXII

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Foggy Night

Foggy Night

By Lord R.e. Taylor

As the evening air cools

The fog rolls into the cities

Covering them in thick gray shrouds

Hiding all of those who have secrets

Protecting those who need protecting

But then the light of day comes in

Warming the air and revealing all

Secrets are brought to light

The unprotected have to fear

And the world becomes a little less safe

At least until comes another foggy night

© Poem – VIII/XXIV/MMXXII

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I Dream Of You

I Dream Of You

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every night I wished about the same thing

I did not think it would ever come true

It all started when I was a child

Maybe eleven or twelve years old

I saw your picture in a magazine

And at that moment I fell in love

You only lived a year but my dreams are forever

Someday I am sure my dreams will come true

I will finally have my 1956 Thunderbird

And my life will be complete

© Poem – VIII/XXIII/MMXXII

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