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Old Sins Cast Long Shadows

As the Moon rises in the east
barely showing its face above the horizon
the Penumbral Eclipse takes form
heralding the full weight of the time
a new Shadow was about to be cast over me.
Dark has cloaked my deeds up until now.
The Blood Moon enchants with its splendour
and ultimately the reflected light from the Sun 
is embraced by illuminated corners of my heart—
subdued, as it reflects tentative forgiveness
rewarding me for changing my ways.

I’m set in my ways.
I yearn for unconditional forgiveness
of the ingrained dark corners of my heart—
reflecting my own perception of me. 
A Blood Moon stirs fear in the heart
as my darkly disturbing thoughts reveal secrets.
Old shadows are difficult to cast off—
taunted by the recall of lighthearted times.  
When the Penumbral Eclipse faded
remorse latched onto the dark side 
of the moon on its arc to set in the west.

Living Analogue Invisible in Parallel

on parallel shore
I wander where waves caress
no footprints online
only brine, rock, and seabirds
to echo that I'm present

screens flare like lures do
hooking the curious in—
I keep eyes blinkered
knowing one slip starts the plunge
into hours I cannot spare

my life is fragile
ink seeps slowly into grain
behind the latched gates
I paint in colours unseen
where regret can't get a breach

no mast light for me
no beacon on shoreline gleams-
I sail without charts
my course drawn by phantom steeds
into the void in your world

I burn my candle
past the eyes that never blink
past networks alight—
your grid can't trap my shadow
your feed can't name what I am

I live analogue
unseen on parallel lines
that starves intruders
wanting to click, like and feed
on clocks that don't keep your time

no mast light for me
no beacon on the shoreline—
I sail without charts
my course drawn by unseen stars
in the space between your worlds

Meet the Man

A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.

A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”

Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.

He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.

He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.

He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.

Love Has Taken Flight

I held your secret for me alone behind a latched Gate 
Where desire Muttered words of fire to burn endless nights
A flicker of love twined Shadows refined to light a Jewel of love where church bells ring in holy song to merge two souls as one and now today a flight of love set sail upon the wind has touched eternity 
And found a reason to lie with you again

Halloween Hangover

Unsettling it was
came from where
I did not know,
the jagged claw upon 
my chamber floor

so near the cot
where I nightly lay,
have dreamed so snug
feeling quite secure,

sharpest at the edges

capable of tearing flesh
and bone, my innards
deep

how could this hideous
thing unbeknownst stealthily 
creep -- 

perhaps always near
I shuddered to think

somewhere attached to
my spirit long ago -- a
thought too repugnant 
I did not want to hear it

from my troubled mind
hastened I to clear it

hungrily latched-on to my
soul, I prayed desperately
to be free of it

confronting my 
original abomination --

Trapped

Conquered by the truth of lies
Entwined in the snares of his subtle grasp 
I faced him once before 
Bound by the shackles of his dominance
A tempest of fear rages within
I reach for the windows pale escape
In hopes not to disturb 
Frozen in fear upon the concrete floor 
A moist and forceful confining 
I’m a fleeting thought, lost in the void
I imagine no one will find me
The beaten walls refuse my surrender
All the while the doors unlocked
Haunted by the echos of my screams
I tell myself It’s not his fault
I sense him coming behind me
Colliding, my thoughts conflicted 
Persistent, I beg of him to stop 
My sanity held firmly 
Trapped in the hall of mirrors of his manipulation 
Molded into the shape of his treachery, my downfall
A malignant euphoria infects my soul
The violent shatter of my exit, 
Projected by the resounding crash 
My only consolation 
Sealed and latched
I’ve fallen within the cracks 
Troubled by his power unyielding 
Wallowed within my own conclusion
A life without you, I’ll continue yearning

let's go guy

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               enveloping
           plumose packed
        velutinous sheathed 
         my chaise's entice
                   yep 
             the nymph's 
     excited camberz latched
               (((clap)))
              front mine
                   see
             hern laid it's
                  thick
                nubuck
              impatient
                  with 
                   me

Haiku'lady

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       lit top mine triumph
  latched to mine visible rust
  eve who makes mine blush

Goodbye my first mate

I spend my days in slumber 
But no dream could ever match
The smiles and the wonder 
That had kept our love latched 
Even in storms you were my summer 
You were the calm as waves crashed 
And your smile gave me colors 
Even when the blue was vast
But no matter what I plunder 
I can never take back the past
So your shantys what I mutter 
When the cannon balls fly past 
Why should my tale make me suffer
The longer that it lasts 
Why should I bother taking cover
If I could see you in a flash?

We once shared a bond 
That no one could ever measure 
But now that you're gone 
No more ink will fill my ledger
I've reached the end of my song
And you're still all that I treasure 
So I promise it won't be long
Until we sing it together
The crew might say it's wrong
To leave this ship forever 
But I know that I belong
Wherever we can be together

borderland

deep in the trenches
a forest of cardboard trees
and  stained glass windows
twiddling pieces through fingers
sizing up like private eye

a piece here…and there
like a long drawn out story
finally middle latched shut
and made the sign of the cross
now I aim for the quadrants

Epigram k

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   ‘Pon the sequoia
         It’s thick
   Latched to earth

   hern naked purty

          Whilst
      My camera
         Flashed

Flesh 'pon flesh

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                    'twuz
                   merely
                  ourn lips

                In slow mo'
                 hern pixie
             crept front mine

              Can ya feel me
              that little chill
              goose's bumps
pressing inside 'gainst mine flannel 
                       az
                 hern mitts 
                   SNATCH
     latched mine dome's tresses
                    pulling
                  mine see
        mine hear mine breathe
                  mine lips
                  front hern

           our eyes never shut
              az she presssed
                  her thick
                     moist
                     warm
              flush mine eager

colorful turtle

Colorful turtle poked out his tattooed head.
He had been sleeping soundly in his winter’s bed.
But the grass was growing, he could smell a lily.
I think I’ll get up he said to his bacteria, Silly.

Silly did not want to leave their cozy nest.
He said “Let’s stay here and ignore the rest.”
He was trying to start a virus, but it did not work.
For colorful turtle did not let him hide or lurk.

Silly latched onto a violet, trying to give her a virus.
She laughed and said “I think you have me mixed up with Iris.”
Irises are delicate, and get sick easily, Silly.
He was confused by flowers and tried to stir up the pink lily.

Nileah

Nile beams as proud Mother of the land, 
it's benefactory, gland.
Rushes to tend, to lend her foster 
fauceted facet of hand-maidening 
brand of bands in bend.
Oasic endow'n.
Matriarch, life blood gives, with arch of brow,
busy busy show.
Cache Cow.

Papyrus Pupae peeks up, her adopted, 
Tamarisk, Acacia. Ebonies and Reedlings,
latched to her lactate tit.
Swaying, carefree Tops of Topologings 
in the desserted cream of heat.
Bestow~ings.

Be ye blessed if you become Barren, 
to (know) the miracle of Elizabeth, 
(one well beyond her years)
Mother of John, that one 
(who Baptised Man in your sister, -_
Jordan, of joyful tears.) 
Fertile Sow.
So be it, be then blessed to again, 
cream your milking and honey dew 
your tap of berry beers cheer.

Verily so, endow anew, your Motherhood, to the Neighborhood, 
to the Crocodiles and Textiles and Dunes. 
Again, gain flow er in pregnancy, 
in busy busy show er, 
shedding advocacy in pinks and blues.

Dangerous Dalliance

Nights of passion with no strings attached
 Ignited by booze and a lusty zest,
 Bodies gyrating, so tightly pressed,
 Wanton desire, emotions detached

 Regrets come with hangovers that can't be patched
 The night was a blur, yet he felt stressed,
 Nights of passion with no strings attached
 Ignited by booze and a lusty zest

 A dangerous dalliance with decisions poorly hatched
 But he would party again on his boozy quest
 Addiction beckoned, you know the rest
 On dangerous dalliances he became latched,
 Nights of passion, with no strings attached

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