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WILLOW MARTIN Willow Martin was his name; A man with hair all the same. He bowed and sung songs at night With a dress filled with fright. Now, this man was a man like no other He loved to dance with his brothers. Not the dancing that was with the feet but the one between the sheets. Now you can question his sexuality But he was a man with all sense of morality. He wore stunning suits And pranced around with leather boots. He combed his hair And bathed with Cher. He cried when Blair and Chuck broke up And drowned his sorrows in a cup. But don't forget that he wrote the universe in a night And created all that was right. From stars to fears And men with no ears. He created thoughts and manners But forgot to save the enchanters. He wasn't a perfect man, Although he tired to create the perfect plan, He failed to save his own existence, Now is just a man far from coexistence.
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Express the unexpressed, Exhibit yourself to the world. Show the truth While hiding in lies. Be both something you cannot and something you know you can be, like a Chameleon.
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I've closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn't. I was home, in my living decorated with a cement fire place, some renaissance paintings, a nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always scorned when I ran amuck when I was just trying to be a kid. So, the reason she said never to go through the door was because she believed it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales like myths told by my ancient Grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL. Whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously, she would punish me, with beating, or lack of entertainment, mine was reading. How can a lady take away knowledge, but that's ignorance for you. Sad to admit but I'm an eager kid, very ambitions, always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels. If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door. "Be careful what you wish for," whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.
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I've closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn't. I was home, in my living that was decorated with a fire place, some renaissance paintings, nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always sworn at me when I ran amuck, but i thought I was just being a child. Oh, yeah, the reason she said never to go through the door was because it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales myth told by my grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL, whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously. I am eager kid always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels. If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door. "Be careful what you wish for," whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.