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Details | Acrostic | |

Swim With Me Tonight

Slip into the pool of season
Lose yourself in indecision
I'll shake your hand for this very reason
Purity sparks ignite...

For as much as you dissolve me
Abalone shine to guide me
Love the wind through your words tonight
Love the fall and gauge...

Swim like mad through the raging waters
Wishes liquid spiral daughter
I tread soft in the silky shallows
Moon shine - we're all star dust...

Choose my moment,  lose my spirit
Reasoning you'll tread to hear it
Every gulp of salty water
Amounts to my own birth
Tip of your tongue lights the night's blue eye
Each of your words a heaving star bite

Match me in stride and we'll swim 'till sunlight
Enter the current and ride...


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Dead Star

You're going to be a dead star 
With no life to celebrate 
A self-celebrated saint 
A self contorted brilliant 
Man, who wrote and sought, 
The best he can. 

You're going to be a dead star 
Writing to future generation 
Fair warning theme of repeated 
Tragedies and reoccurring events 
You're going to be a dead star 
A self-distorted brilliant master 
Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted 
Wisdom of word for boredom 

You're going to be a dead star 
Speaking of parables and double standards 
Life lessons and overestimation 
Qualifications and parallels 
They are going to marvel 
At your verse of 
Of fountains 
For lack of better words 


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Still Spinning

Each inspiration, a different star point
tenderly dipped in leaded glass 
and allowed to dry.
Star skins unmolded birth devotion,
breed insurrection,
and are extremely edible 
(though they never pass through you)
They go down sharp and imbed themselves
into your throat, your lungs, your very being.
Each point of inspiration a delicacy,
a mood swing in transit,
a feast.
Spread me this feast in a famine, 
starving of long burnt out star shine and glass
I am filled up at each point of abandon,
glowing white heat and still spinning...