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a protagonist

Shut the door to the purple and bruised
in the dark like an old dog and a bone
refuses the water too and a stew.
cooked to be so deliciously....
but her old bones are given
and stubborn of weakness,
I just need you to drink
and to eat something...

There's another of black of visions
I can hear the ravens and the pigeons,
after

Epitaph on Jade Goody

                           (June 5, 1981 - March 22, 2009)


                     

Stroke

Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.

They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off

Dweller of our heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”

Dweller of our heart

A sun went out, a silent, sudden night,
and left a shadow where once there was light,
For in our chests, a solar flame still burns,
A borrowed heat that twists and gently turns.
The essence in us is the same as the essence

Shiver

In another life, we were.

I hope you found
what you are looking for.

Is it too late?
Don’t turn around.

Here and everywhere,
I remember you.

In the summer wind,
what once was.

The Hand Reader

It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An oligarch with eyes of frost,
Berezovsky, his name well known,
His smile—a veil for storms within,
His heart, a throne turned into stone.

He ushered me with silken grace,
Into his room where silence spoke,
"Read

Unexplainable

Unexplainable 

Generations comes forth, Generations passing.

People acknowledging personal memoirs, 
Reflections with the truth, No assumptions.

Accommodations inexplicable,  unlike experiences. 

Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one
transcends  to another dimension they often see
things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or
explain. 

Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets
Non-existent is concealed. 

Rebirth:

Plans We Never Got to Keep

We hadn’t talked in years,
not really.
Not since childhood,
when grass stains
and ghost stories
bound us like magic.

Cousins,
but closer than that —
best friends
before the world grew quiet.

We were six,
sitting in circles at recess,
telling wild stories
just to make the hours stretch.
Remember the green-eyed creatures
who chased us in our dreams?
The ghost at Grandma’s house
you swore was real?
I never doubted you.

We

Ghost Light

Stun me.
Rewind your music.
Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you.
Listen—
the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back.
Brush the cobwebs from your eyes.
Reignite.

Slip into your own pocket.
Become your own muse.
A compass. A flame.

Listen to your pulse.
Move where your body leads.
Unravel the ache.
Open the door.
Let joy rush in.

Tousle your hair.
Wriggle your shoulders.
Fall, unbraced, into your dream.

Take

Christmas In July

I'm sorry I didn't bring 
roses to your funeral. 

I brought a Christmas 
wreath instead. 

I didn't want to symbolize 
your withering, 

I wanted to represent your 
eternity, 

and the joy you brought 
others instead.

For Felix

I went to drink 
coffee at one of those 
cute little coffee-drinking 
places, and I couldn’t 
help but think of 
you. 

I tried 
not to. 

But then, 
the waiter/ 
barista/ whatever 
you call them had to 
come and give me 
my drink. 

It had a flower in it, 
a tulip - 

made out of 
whipped

Untitled

There is too much silence after death
From the one who leaves and the ones bereft
And the ones bereft are the ones who need
The One who's defeated death and birthed belief
A belief in Him (that's God's advice)
Finds relief in Him our intercessory Christ

Quiet Echoes

A quiet handshake—
now just dust on the breeze falls,
names fade with the dusk.

When I Depart, Remember Me Softly

I did not come to win the world—
I came to feel it bleed.
To taste the silence in the hungry mouth,
To weep where no one dared to read.

To my family—
You held my name like worn cloth,
never quite knowing what I was stitched to become.
But I loved you more than I could say.
I only wanted to bring

On Returning Leftover Peppermint to My Neighbor

Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew
the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste

when stillness is an afterthought.
Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card.

Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window
in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine;
bars slit across you on the floor.

Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug.
The briefest, jagged arcs

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