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Diffidence

It’s like walking through
The ice chips of
A sun fire –

It’s like standing atop
The falling rain of
A lonely sea –

It’s like sleeping amidst
The misty shroud of
A day moon –

Similar to crouching
In between cloudless
Rays of white –

Identical to clutching
The solid pebbles
Of spitting air –

The distance that
Lingers between
You and I –

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The Empty Basket

Years ago, I bought a basket,
Plain, unappealing –
Weave already unraveled,
I only paid one dollar –

I set the basket on the shelf,
Separated, secluded –
And there it stood,
Unbefitting the decor –

I filled that basket,
With defeated dreams –
My lonely heart,
My deserted thoughts –

I loaded that basket,
With yearning love –
My unspoken need,
My every want –

I found myself gazing,
Often, in fondness –
A beautiful reminder,
For somber times –

My hands may be empty,
My pockets uninhabited –
Aloneness taking its toll,
Privation draping its veil –

The basket stands proud,
Holding seeds of intangibility –
Unfaltering in its stance,
Draped with valor, still –

This Christmas I give you,
An empty basket –
Weave already unraveled,
All I could afford was a dollar –

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Blankness

I fared under the caricature
Of desolate bane this eve –
Walking with shiver in pocket
Toward the glassiness of now –

As I reached the tip of today
Drenched I was, in disgust –
Saturated with concocted sweat
I gripped tirelessly, the shiver –

Poured the shock of yesterday
Through forgotten cloud –
As I quivered under the dry
Of pouring dry rains –

My eyes swelled silently shut
From the lack of tears this eve –
My shiver, it completely melted
From the glassiness of now –

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Forever

A certain kind of forever passed by today –
It was coiled up and corked in a bottle,
And as I watched it ride the ripples
Of the clouds in dank sky,
I sat in wonder –
 
I thought about the gripping restlessness –
That forever would eradicate,
The funnel of emptiness
Engorging my heart,
That forever would calm –
 
I contemplated, deliberated and toyed –
With the notion of that forever,
Out of grasp, out of reach
Enlarging my need,
Oh that timeless forever –
 
I watched as that forever passed by –
Caressed by the glass of antiquity,
And as it rode out of sight
Into sky’s vastness,
My wonder throbbed –

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Candy Coated Wreck

Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.

Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.

Hellish targets for our holy aims –
Lipsticks red and perfumes sweet.
Mustard corndogs with licorice malt –
Chocolate mustache with milk beards.

Sunstroke and fallacy whipping tales –
Tongue-tied talk and all the such.
Hair-unwoven nightmares & bobby pins –
Lurid washed-out make-up; oh the horror.

Candy-less sugar pops dressed in green –
Wrappers prettied up in dazzling clash.
Malt whiskey and bourbon please –
Ante up for your hill-less ride.

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Naked In the Sand

We walked along lakeside today
Hand in hand, barefoot in sand
Unfortunately, I had to unfold
My hands to pick up a shell
It was so beautiful, dear
I wish you were there

We played a game of catch today
Kicking up the sand all along
Loping, giggling, splashing
But I fell down on my rear
Too much laughing, dear
I wish you were near

And then in the cove, made love
Just you and I as one my lover
Nature engulfed our bodies
In pure heavenly delight
Perfect rapture, dear
Oh how I yearned

We made a small fire in the pit
Just as the sun began to sleep
We sat there all cuddled up
And reveled in the beauty
It was marvelous, dear
I missed you terribly

We fell asleep on bed of sand
Warmed with gentle breeze
Morning then softly arose
Caressing us with day
A superb morn, dear
Naked, in the sand

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It Was the Quiet

It was the quiet that reasoned
With my mind –
As I continued to trudge
In the mundane –

Walking alongside me
Was only I –
Not a shadowed version,
But an exactness –

“But for why beats my heart”
I asked her –
A snicker the reply
Exotically dull –

“Slowly, I die”
My thoughts spoke –
From the neglect
She added –

I sat down to face her
Eyes of hollow –
Detached yearn,
Disconsolate spirit –

I wept for her heart –
“It is not meant for you,”
I reassured her dream,
The quiet did not reason –

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Rain

I followed the rain today
Through the wooded dry –
And when land crested
Caught only one drop –

I chased the sun today
Through cloudless sky –
And when day peaked
Caught only one ray –

I sat on a tree stump 
Under falling dusk -
Examining the vastness
Of this incompleteness –

And when night fell
Found myself saturated –
By the drop of rain
Placed in my eye to run –

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Chained Melody

Chained to haunting melody –
Caged next to delirium,
Fantasy moves me
Paralyzed –

Distanced from very reality –
Solitary, this custody,
Love fuels me
Empty –

Silence is my beating heart –
In the night so worn,
Yearn drapes me
Cold –

Despair, the bleeding fare –
Vacant eyes the portal,
Hands leave me
Desolate –

Chained to his haunting melody -
Walking with a ghost,
Covet moves me
Still –

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Love's Ghost

How do you touch the
Intangibility of an unfeigned love –
When it is so attached
To physicality's ghost?

And when does that love
Learn not to breathe –
The air of utter completeness
Through its empty grasp?

Just when does the heart
Learn of acceptance –
Of the impossibility of
Such a perfect rapture?

How do you release a
Spirit that refuses to let go –
That which the mind 
Has joined its force?

And does the fire of 
Such a love ever extinguish –
Or does it continue its dream
For a tangible ghost?