LOST IN A SEA OF THOUGHTS

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6/26/2014

LOST IN A SEA OF THOUGHTS

Lost in a sinking sea of thoughts,

Answering an age old call,

Of daring dreams and risky revolutions,

and standing brave and strong.

No more trying tears shall there be to cry,

Nor lamenting songs sung,

And there shall be none,

Until the task is definitely done.

For we must avoid a daunting dawn,

Or a nasty and nauseating night,

For we must avoid the battle of the battles,

And try to find the sought after sight.

What is this sight you ask?

Why must you ask a crazy cynical question such as this? 

Try to remember the raving past,

And then you'll see that long and living list,

Of things to be done and defeated,

In this large and lazy world,

For one person to defeat,

One lonely lost and laughing girl. 

What Should but Cannot Be

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What Should but Cannot Be

 As she drew back her drawn bow,

And set her staring eyes steady,

She found her flying target,

Amongst the really raving battle below.

She saw the menace of the moon,

And the menace of the mile,

And was ready to strike that final and forever blow on an enemy so cold and cynical.

No more falling fights will be fought,

And her people would be forever at perfect peace,

If she would only release that waiting and watching bow in her hovering hands to the sky.

She stretched her anxious arms back farther,

And was ready to strike her serious blow,

When the menace turned towards her,

And daunted her as it ducked below the dying sunset.

Throwing a furious fit, she stomped her steady foot,

And raised her fist to the sky,

"I'll get you one dastardly day," she said,

"And we will no longer have any of you furious and fanatic flying!"

So the battle below her continued,

 And more of her anxious arrows were released at the enemy,

But she knew that one perfect and palatable day,

She would shoot the menace of the moon, and it would be a perfect and palatable shot.

 Watching and waiting she sat there above,

Looking down at the battle below,

Releasing her arrows on her perch like a dove,

With glances  at the horizon to show.

Not All Hope Is Gone

Not All Hope Is Gone

I'm in my bed and I cannot sleep.
Voices in my head keep repeating,
Over and over the simple words,
That have brought on my life a curse.
"You messed it up,
"You blew you're chance,
 And now all you can do is quickly glance
 at the wrong you've done."

At the spark of  moment they cleared my head,
And I heard a voice, a voice that said,
"You are not alone."
I looked outside as the night ended,
and saw the sunrise,
And in my heart I knew, though I cry,
Not all hope is gone.

Copyright
Shannon Flynn
11/8/2013

Tomorrow and Today

Tomorrow and Today

I see a hand reaching out to me,
In a dark cold land, where I cannot see.
I hear a loving voice
Call out my name,
And its words of choice were,
Your not the one to blame.
Why said I?
Of course I am to blame!
Why do you think I'm crying?
And, why do you call my name?
I know you're not, he said.
Because I washed you're sins away.
And I will always love you,
Tomorrow and today.

Copyright
Shannon Flynn
2013

Innocent Lives

From original blog:
Saturday, November 2, 2013
5:03pm

Innocent Lives When you hold him,
You hold him gently.
It seems as though he might break.
And when you hold her,
You hold her lovingly,
And bask in wonder, what God has made.
She may have blue eyes,
And he may have brown.
But they're all unique,
Just look around!
We are made with care,
And so are they.
And still we kill them, every day.
Don't ignore me, because you know it's true.
We are lucky, me and you.
We are lucky we has a Mom,
Or a father who knew it was wrong,
To kill a baby in the womb.
How is that different from me and you?
So give your child a life if you can,
And a purpose too.
Because we were once innocent lives,
Me and you.

Shannon M. Flynn
Copyright 2013
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