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Moonlit inspiration


The darkness envelopes me All the colors combine together And offer me a place of solace But precariously hiding from the weather I flee to the shadows And dare them to try and tame my imagination But they call out my name in The hoarsest whisper Letting me wrap myself in a safety blanket Soothing absence of light No Foreigner to my plight The bleakest blackness lives inside The walls that imprison me Crawling things agree with me When logs are overturned You can see them wiggle You can watch them squirm As they return to shadows of the Earth My eyes adjust as I write precociously By the tender loving care of the Moon Everything is quite relaxing When like a lover i am swooned Thoughts materialize From the tranquility within me They come like blossoms bloom Well after a refreshing springtime rain Who needs light when stars shine brightly Who needs more inspiration With so much in nature to rely on Life is a beautiful piece of art And I won't waste a precious moment To dive into its vast embraces So many sensations So much wasted In the hours of the domineering day Too many optical stimulations To inhibit total body Revelations The quietness of the night helps me creatively visualize Realizations of temporal significance That leads to epheral enlightenment Simple things scream to be found a new Do you want to go like feet upon a concrete floor Or a simple pad of paper on my lap So many doors have welcomingly opened Ghost become my friends and urge each stroke from my pen The Black ink matches the night And I'm surprised I can even see to write If a ghost walks by I'll just say " high " And smile in his direction We are friends, you see The spirits in me We're both children Lightheartedly trotting through unknown places My eyes grow heavy And it's time to wind down I'll see you all tomorrow back in town
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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