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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The pendulum swings (Left to right) Zenith approaches The vortex opens up… With head spinning My spin is heading Towards your light On the coattails of a watch and chain… Tumbling down the word hole Collecting words, From the wall of air That surrounds me, To consume later… Too much later As quixotic adventures Tilt me away from my pen And images of you burn ever deeper Onto the backs of my eyelids Am I losing you? Am I losing me? Do I exist? Did I ever? It seems I am always risking My life My love… The roulette wheel Catches my fall… Still spinning I follow the white star Onto the red Where the tinker rings her bell Smiling a Cheshire smile Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand And a red-headed pill in the other… Unblinking The blue’s stare Pierces my heart… The burning flames of the red Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips Dissolving on my tongue I am afraid to open my eyes But, risking a glance downwards The insane grin on my mad hat Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes That Alice stole from Robin In Sherwood’s green forest Now I am calm As I enter your wonderland… Melding with your mind Dancing with your spirit Swaying with your rhythm Embracing all that you are I am holding you so tight… As the tears roll down my cheeks The pull of never land Tearing me from your bed of white roses Back to the thorns on my bed of nails… As... (Right to left) The pendulum swings
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