Integrity I Traded for Truth
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Fix Me a Broken Candle
Fix me a broken candle
Melt a handle
Dripping wax
Wet wonders
Solid colors mold together
Hot on the way down
A town of light
Height and fire
Like a wicker bridge
Been there done nothing about it
I’d boast, but to who
To whom this may concern
You yearn for nothing but lies
Chasing a burning candle
Handle with care, you play with fire
the higher you go the light gets smaller
The smoke chokes vision
Greatness is blinding
There is no road on the ladder of trust
Truth lasted only once in a lifetime
Touched by few to many
Minds hungry, the mirror haunts happiness
Just telling you, you’ll never look that good
Guilt gouging out your eyes to improve
It’s a myth, but you believe it?
Why
(c) Copyright by Esther Douek 2013
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Happy Endings A leap of faith My soul severed by the nerve of a happy ending Hopefully happy is never ending But pending purpose Connecting heart, art and emotion The notion it should end Like a book on a shelf Is no way to find peace Words on paper are powerful The spoken mind, eternal And I An emotional Caged in a picket fence By the pretty flowers my mother sent While my heart does the heavy lifting I know you think I’m broken Damaged goods of your trial and error But the error is underestimating putting me to trial I got a taste of failure, but not mine Every mistake you think you made of the loser I’ve become ……The winning is mine All eyes on me (c) Esther Douek 20133 Loves
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How can I decide
When judgment stands behind and empty glass
When whiskey fights alongside my struggle
When I want to see straight, but I don’t think so
When back is turned on my heart
The problem is in the way I believe
In my faith as a whole
In the cracks that lead to openings
To sadness that brings me to conflict
I’m fine-tuned
In sync with anything open to observation
I see too much, and much is no mainstream
For a woman
My intuition, the insane part of my instinks
I was born a creator
A maker of man
A master of potential
With the nature to nurture character
To discipline morning
Challenge afternoon
Refine the clown of night
All jokes aside,.......I’m juggling
I’m juggling pain and passion
Throwing fears in the air
Holding onto what I’ve got
Assessing the height I can reach
Estimating my angles
It’s round
Curved to soften the blow
Easier to catch from this angle
Lighter for my hand to grasp
My heart to follow
To land another chance at the cycle of life
My tires tired, but rich with excepirience
(c) Copyright 2012 – Esther Douek. All rights reserved
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Love is a concept, like war is a cause
Feelings prey on flaws
Perfect is an astronaut, one in a million
Mistakes made, are no science experiment
Nights heavy, I’m digging the gravity
Stars scattered like teeth shattered suddenly
Moon shine, drunk off the sun
Lunar illusion, whiter than any nun
Temperature, they always had it out for me
Glass tubes thinner than Hercules
I find myself messing with mercury
Out of bounds, abundance abandons me
Hold your head high and your hay low
It’s a bond between brothers
The feud played by foes
I shall not seek, but only deep inside
I shall not fail desire
I shall end no bounds to love
I shall stay sacred to thy
I shall hold no grudge
For coin shall not fill my purse
I shall let hunger linger
I shall be known for the dreamer
I shall wander in thought
And the day will come when the world shall be mine
(c) Copyright 2012 – Esther Douek. All rights reserved
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