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Better To Be Asleep

Sleep come
And best that it is fast 
Deep and dark with no windows 
Facing east
Sleep come
For it is 
better to be asleep.
It is better, 
than to dream
Better to be asleep 
In these days of rust
Than to fracture and fade
In the wilting sun

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Grammatically Speaking

love was a lonely Syllable 
Embedded hypothetically  in the 
syntax of the
Story of
You and 
Me

We quoted ,
I love you
And you , sic [loved me] 
But perhaps
this was 
Your hyperbole

Parenthesis
you
kept
[Me] in, 
Frenetically 
in case 
our verbs
became nouns
No verisimilitude 
Imbedded logically

the allusion
Came alive 
Described
So 
speciously 
All too clear 
Once I chose
To study 
The 
history

No, 
The Plot discovered,
This was
My own soliloquy 
Dear Apostrophe ,
you and I 
We are not 
Like simile 

Truth be told
I only resemble 
Footnotes
In the ledger 
Of your 
Poetry

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I Ronin

True patience means bearing the unbearable 


Once I 
Lived 
bushido
At Heart.
Served my lord, 
Wielding carbon
And steel
In fidelity.

Cast aside,
I have
No master now.
I will not taste 
My blade
Outcast,
I wander the
Rising sun
to know
The Way anew,
And to learn
I again 
for the first time.

I

Ronin

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Frightened Rabbit

Frightened rabbit
Don't mock the earth beneath your feet.
It keeps you grounded with your head facing the stars.
Don't fret the wind on your face.  
It reminds you of the breath in your mouth.
Be still.
Lift your face to the sun and think:
Surely this is meant for me.
Remember: 
We are all third rock from the sun.
Brazen and bold…
Ripe for picking

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Under the Killing Moon

I arrived tonight in 
Gesthemane
With Stories to tell and 
things to become
You, you remained
In vigil 
Adrift in your aerie,
A bright laconic moon

I have come to drink 
Deliberately 
And take from you  
Take the silence you offer
A Silent cup 
To all who wander 
With stories buried 

Here in this garden
I wait in your reflection , 
under your umbrella 
In wait for word 
Of 
Your 
Blessing

word does not come
So I wander 
through this garden 
To the edge of the horizon 
where water meets the night.
here, now, I see what 
Faces me 
Illuminated of the moon
Reflected back at me
Flesh and tendon are
Twisted and disfigured
In a monstrous frame
The bones of it frighten me
Awash in new light
Unable to tell if 
I've been broken free by moonlight
or merely revealed 

choices to be made 
Freedom on my tongue
And the wind at my back
I remember that the night is cool
And the night is young 
And so with rumours of what lies ahead spinning in my head, 
I run 
I run with
The forest behind me,
I run towards the fine horizon,
Thin and opaque

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Forest For the Trees

How easy 
It becomes 
To lose yourself 
In the forest 
Of your own 
Mossy head
Especially on days 
Where  the thoughts that line the canopy
Get stuck on the low hanging branches

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Paper Empire

Your paper empire
Awash in nights' aether
Kite in a hurricane

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Tilting Windmills

The pretentiousness  of I 
Tilting at windmills 
In the hope of 
Dulcinea
Little did I know that
My Shadow 
Had the only giants 
To be found

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Chasing Sleepless

Tiredly here I heave
My weary tortoise head 
Over the pillow
Ready again, 
Not sleepy....
I am
delicate air, 
catalyst for
Alchemy 
At the turn of clocks
I wonder, 
Breath calls
And 
I respond to 
light of 
Lucid iconography 
Were I to dream, 
To dream 
Of making water flow 
At the edge of desert days
Content
at 
Peace of mind

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Dharmas' Love Song

Sit for a time quiet, 
in 
contemplation
With me

We can 
Dispense of the fallacy 
Of why's and who's 
Laugh too
With 
Convinced courage
About
Here and nows

We ll see to it, 
that our
Specious
illusions
Of perfect endings
Are separated from the 
Heart of the matter
like 
Atoms in fission 
And all of the myths we have
Are 
Laid final 
Bare

When we Sit again 
for the first time
We
Will know 
Measure for measure
That our 
Gravity 
Holds
Court 
me to You
Like 
Earth to the Moon


Only then 
You and I,
Can travel 
Ahead of the horizon.
See
how sky 
Lifts earth 
To infinite
Prose
Where storm 
makes 
wind
Breathless
This... this could be our dharma.