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Today I feel like a redneck. My son has taken over the back yard. The lawn has been fashioned in toy ornament style with every spider man known to man, cars in every shape, size and color, and plenty of dinosaurs to make a mini Jurassic Park film. I looked, threw up my hands and went back inside! Out of sight, out of mind! No, not at all...but for a while anyways. Ugh. Gotta keep life light! :P

The Arms Of Time

A distant muse and shackled present time
Dreams that wait unused, riddles confused in rhyme
A heartbeat swift in pattern, a most tender dwelling
Eyes that burn with resistance, tears pull to swelling
Bind heavy rock upon each desire, oppression to suppress the soul
Hopes that love will not gain power, to pull mine own feet and body whole
Hunger pains dig deep for a lovers exchange of words or vows to keep
None are whispered in secret, the waiting heart cries wounded weep
Drunken love persuades provision for glances, eyes entwined
Embraces for vision of swaying, lullaby lulls and deepest kiss of romances
Unrequited love holds each hour, pressed cheek to a ticking clock
The sweetness of this love preserved in the red blood of wine
Aging ever still in the Arms of Time

By: Keila Womack