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There’s a sign right on the wall,
In case you’re feeling nervous,
That payment is expected at
The time you’re getting service.
You’re possibly distracted
‘Cause they’re x-raying your head.
They want your money right up front
In case you end up dead.
The sign is a reminder
Lest you maybe will forget.
This test is just a gamble
And they’re counting on your bet.
So whether you’re a winner
Or, unluckily, you lose,
The house accumulates the chips
And you cannot refuse.
And so you cough the payment up
By cash or card or check,
And sit around and wait
As they are shuffling the deck.
You’ve anted up, you’re in the game;
You’re in the dealer’s pull.
No matter if you win or lose,
You’ve paid your debt in full.
Mist Of Blue
Liberal twain souls existence viewed permanently interlocked, in a blissful capacious abyss, whilst a perceived suspension of their statuesque posture gravitates their animation,
As it stretches anybody mental perception or imagination, an angular poise of various exemplary dimensions poses atop the shrouded mists as it accumulates at their feet from the void,
A couple whose enfolded eyes and affectionate extended arms ends inwards, a passionate touch, amidst the raised cushioning cloudy firmaments on one opposing faction,
And of an extravagant home base of our wondrous Earth, and captivating Moon as the other faction, amidst a mystique doorway channels an aura, and conceals them in vaporous worship.
2020 January 05
Yes I know who I am
Mostly in a dense jam
Whether to cross over
To the free blue sky
Or to stay at anchor
The cage of ennui
Surrounded by
Some say protected too
By the attachments of affection
Ties hardened
In the enchanted garden
While I am still in a rift
Of agonizing conflict
The days and nights thus split
Half chained to the ground
Half craving for your looks profound
The bird keep pining
From the cage of bondage
Toward the boundless blue
Accumulates the dew
From your breath
Asking me to transcend
And blend with your smiles
For miles and miles
Into the infinite guile
To no end
I am afraid
In my head I lack courage
And come back
To the secured rice and potato
A chasm narrow
With no sky
This is I
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April 2, 2016
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The night does not arrive—it accumulates,
like dust on the spines of unread books.
A slow, inevitable seep,
a weight that presses without hands.
You think you hear footsteps,
but it’s only the house exhaling,
only the creak of old wood
remembering when it was alive.
The dark isn’t empty~
it’s thick with the unsaid,
with the breath you held too long,
with the shape of a name
you carved into your ribs
and never spoke aloud.
And when the moon slides its blade
between the curtains,
you’ll see it: how the shadows
cling to your ankles,
how they whisper,
You are not the light~
but neither are you nothing.
Devils Tower
Millennia ago, the elements exposed
A magma-formed monolithic protrusion,
Nine hundred feet high, without obstruction,
On the rolling plains of Wyoming, U.S.A.
Hexagonal columns of igneous rock
Gird the intrusion, where around the base
Of the formation, scree accumulates
As rock slabs break away and fall from the monument.
Native legend depicts a bear climbing the structure
In pursuit of frightened children huddled on top;
However, the bear fell off, and columns were etched
Into the tower by the scraping of its claws
As raptors carried the children to safety.
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Notes:
Monolith: A monolith is a geological outcrop of a single rock or stone.
Igneous rock: Igneous rock is formed from the cooling of magma or lava. As the magma that formed Devils Tower cooled, it condensed into columns. Most of the columns that make up Devils Tower are hexagonal (six-sided). The tower is 867 feet (264 meters) high with a flat top covering 1.5 acres (0.6 hectare).
Scree: Scree refers to rocks, boulders and, other debris accumulated at the base of cliffs or other tall rock formations.
Devils Tower (Bear Lodge): Devils Tower (aka Bear Lodge) is a laccolithic butte that was formed around 50 million years ago in an area north of Moorcroft, Wyoming, U.S.A. First Nations People considered the rock formation sacred.
Devils Tower derived its name by an incorrect translation of the native name as “Bad God’s Tower” which eventually became “Devils Tower.” The missing apostrophe (Devil’s) was a clerical error.
Written: April 25, 2024, For Sara Kendrick Mirror Contest
Rumi Quote 4: " The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of
infinite beauty are reflected"
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Inhale an ambrosian scent of soul embrace,
A spotless mirror, a balmily sacred space.
Where grace and limitless vistas reside,
A mirror of marvels dwells inside.
Mirrors of the soul portray what lies within,
Embers of deceit and virtue—a place to hide.
Within glitzy mirrors lurks crestfallen mystery,
Derisory echoes and whispers from history.
They wear us down, akin to sighs in the wind,
To discern diaphanous time with the air behind.
Gazing into a mirror, we quietly weigh a vow,
Reflecting images across time in a wide bow.
An empyreal elegy was mirrored in our myth,
Weary sighs faded in threnodic dream pith.
Tedium gradually accumulates over time,
Memories of the past are bathed—sublime.
Every thud echoes love and reminisce,
With each inhale, it exhales pure bliss.
A clean soul's heart is an heirloom of wellness,
Earnest quintessence of morality and fairness.
It was never about being in competition
Actually it was about embracing who you are
The story has many folds
Read it carefully
You will be suprised of the outcome
The sky was made to be admired
As it formulates new possibilities
The moon was made to be cherished
As it creates new beginnings
The story is yet to be told
It was never about who is better than the other
Actually it was about being the best you can be
The story has many mysteries
Read it with an open heart
You will be amazed of the outcome
The sea was made to be interesting
As it bears mysteries
The mountains were made to be a mystery
As it accumulates untold stories
The story is yet to be written
It was never about what you know
Actually it was about what you do not know
The story has many words
Read it over again
You will be inspired by the outcome
The forest was made to be imperative
As it formulates freedom
The stars were made to be a light
As it shows a way
The story has been written
It was never about who you know
Actually it was about who you going to know
The story has many sides
Read,read,read
You will be speechless by the outcome
The Ghost Inside My Head
I see you when I close my eyes
I hear you when I sleep I night
I miss you when the morning comes
I try so hard to bury you
Yet you never seem to stay dead
I try, I try to run from you
The ghost inside my head
You left me when I needed you
But it was impossible for you to stay
You shattered the windows and changed the locks
All so you can get away
You took away my peace of mind
So when I lie in bed
I find myself haunted by
The ghost inside my head
With lucidity comes memories
Of days with you long past
And dreaming only brings the things
I know could never last
My mind is as a home left empty
Where hurt accumulates like dust
And the foundation of my heart still stands
Only because it must
I wish I could say goodbye to you
Keep you just a memory instead
But youre forever living on as
The ghost inside my head
3/9/17
Many may doubt you
And think they really know about you
Continually trying to clown you
Because they want to drown you
Getting frustrated when they don't know how to
Outdo
What becomes now new
Eventually is considered old, and either scarce or commonly seen around you
Within the presence of what many consider godly, they bow to
As matter accumulates and disperses all around you
Years in the dark, until there is an essential newfound clue
Undisputable, way down to
The root of it all, something so foul but true
Seen across more than a town or few
And in and out of a house or two
Crowds surrounded soon
So many wanted the fame, money and a crown of jewels
Amidst when another drought had loomed
In a stream where rainbow trout grew
There was several hundred sprouts in view
As stormy clouds drew
Had much more than a stout or two
Wound up on the couch and snoozed
Woke up thankful, resumed progress and was proud to
By: Dalton Ogletree
In the silence that screams like a lost soul, I delve deeper,
Shadows wrap their cloaks over thoughts, an absurd dance.
In the spring of memories, incandescent ice flows,
And in the broken mirror, time seeks its absurd form.
Dawn gazes through the dry eyes of a mute prayer,
An echo in the dust of forgetfulness, where trembling ashes
Carve the desire to be reborn from memories.
The soul writes its duty with silent blood ink.
Oh, sun, dragging your shadow through the sky open like a wound,
As clouds unravel, hiding their eternal cold,
You shed another tear over dead flowers, and longing blooms,
For duty accumulates, and pain is born anew.
I weave my steps among the ruins of yesterday's table,
Where the feast of absence weaves silence in plates.
What was served yesterday rots today, a delicacy of nothingness,
A banquet of forgetting, where silence is the only guest.
Tears are borrowed to let their seeds grow,
The endless covenant stretches like an eternal shadow,
I am summoned again under the oath of everlasting pain,
To gather the blood and nourish the thorns, to water dead flowers.
In the twisted light of a cold revelation, I stop.
Darkness sings its silence, and I, with open eyes,
See how stillness carves a path through illusions,
And understand that absence is just another form of presence.