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Dusk's Beginning

The chiselled talons of soulless sane,

With crooked claw of judgement bane,

That in the glare of beaded tell,

Seizes the cries where innocents dwell.

Whose shadows are dust in plumage stained,

The ashes of merciless reign.

Where crowned in glory of thorned rose,

They’ll seat the throne of headless woes,

The guardians of the fallen ten,

The service of shadow less men.

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One Last Thing

I think sometimes there is a word unsaid.

It’s lost and you swallow back the echoes of a mouth.

Choking under the swarm, as I sink lower.

As I’m pulled to the dregs.

As I see that above me. All around me.

Fading, pulsing, drowning.

Ghosts in the water with me.

Flecked as the waves.

Swarming smoothly, lapping at what remains.

Gliding, guiding, forcing me to remember.

All that has been given to me.

But slippery as the blue around me.

For really it is clear. All of it.

We think we can see. But we can’t.

Perception is a dangerous game.

What is there, never truly is.

I am sinking now. I am gasping.

My breath isn’t lasting.

They say it will race before you.

In those last moments.

Pressure is building. Ironically;

I’m freer than ever, but it’s weighing.

Weighing down, that’s what it does.

But I’m focusing on that one moment.

The small details. They count.

The droplets, not the ocean.

It’s a single tear.

I can feel.

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What We Once Knew

Our outstretched palm, once offering clarity,
The semblance of assured balm
Now only seethes to erode my calm.
Your breath that was the sounds of peace,
As nurturing as the mother’s womb, inspiring of a budding bloom,
Now stands alone, the solid echo of a hollowed tomb.
Eyes that shone the breadth of life,
With endless wonder to make me gasp,
Now quiver me with endless rasp.
For now in time we come again,
Old and grey and weathered men, the shiver of a moment stopped
To ink the life that we forgot.

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My Beloved Stranger

A brightened enhance, on horizon’s chance
An aurora of hope, in season’s slope
As mother she sways in her gentlest ways
To observe in her swath, life’s blatant wrath

In exposure of dark did you rise and bloom
Carefully carried within nature’s womb.
In lessening morale did you stand to witness
Without judgement or seethe, your eye’s beauty to see

The magic in all and infinite being
Encased by the world of daily run
Do you dampen the boundaries and open all to one
A mass too great in entity to object

A fragmented piece unable to dissect
The detail of whole in a glinted shard
That piercing cuts deep, and rigid and hard

I hope for you, you see my love, 
My understanding of this and all above, 
And I hope someday the caves let you free 
So that you may come running to me. 

I hope you see the brilliance, the strength 
That emanates from you, and see the effects 
The good you have made with all you do. 
But more than that I hope you know 
Your never a half, you’re always a whole.

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The Musings of a Wash-Up

My laden desk filled by the spilling 
Of lipstick gritted cigarette butts 
From my ashtray. Piles of grey 
Gathering and merging with the 
Dust around my typewriter. 
A single golden earring, sits 
By my now empty hand as I
Extinguish another finished fag. 
And memories rot, around the
Unused airline ticket, when I 
Wasted my opportunity to go 
After the only one who had ever 
Given me the ability to write.

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Our Bodies Destroy

Veins like branches. Arteries.

The spindles that bind and lace them.

Optic nerves in my eyes that reflect

The pattern of the leaves.

Dissolving into my (open) pupil.

I absorb into my tissue

The grass’ dewy spit.

It smothers my vision

Green. Green. Green.

It has pierced my heart

And left me open. 

It pours out while they pour in

Each beat matches the howl of the wind

And as blood pumps, the leaves begin to fall.

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The Pale Girl's Walk

The whitewashed sands are blowing across the meadow 
The hill upon which she stands 
Her legs spread apart 
Feet turned out. 

Her head wrangles side to side, like blades within her toes
That sprinkling from ground 
Do grow up and up
The anchor. 

Her face is white and whiter still, all the blood be gone
The sign of the aorta pumps bleat
Ventricles slam shut 
Jolt of silence. 

The whitewashed sands are blowing across the meadow 
The hills upon which she stands 
The body that leaps out. 
Her limbs roll down.

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Playful Sobs of Lullaby

Mournful silence in which they cry.

The union that has left them cold.

The remnants of a lie that sold.

Did we head into this deal blind?

Can we say we weren’t of right mind?

Broken, crumpled; before your eyes.

Collateral to your self –demise.

All the things you did not see.

Until they forced a mirror to thee.

Did we think of one another?

Can we say we that you’re my lover?

No answer? Nothing left to say?

I’m sorry my dear.

This time I didn’t come back.

I’m sorry. Please hear.