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The witch'in
in a winter
storm,
between
us,
we arn't happy
as the car dies,
due
to the winter
that seeps us.
Domestic abuse,
of waving
sickness
of verbal obtuse
and flagging,
the car's
now empty.
I carry
no flags,
and I'm
no handyman.
I saddle up
and cuddle you,
human warmth
so we can't
be frost
in the morning.

all directions from the same place

all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about

chivalry

chivalry ~
a fine art
gone extinct



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

blinded by the rumors

He doesn’t trust me. I told him the truth. He doesn’t care that I told the truth, he believes them. He thinks that I lied. His eyes have nothing but hate and darkness in them. His body stones there's no warmth in his lip. He is blinded by the words that never existed. I tell

Splitting Us and Them

Within a chosen realm, 
Empty, yet occupied by many a mind
Stacked upon the next, as chaos forebode,
They’ve left their very own bodies behind.

In there, they’re Theirs, 
The Them, whose glimpse the gospel pined.
Stacked upon the next, in order by code,
Their there, where they’re confined.

As if, as if, They’re there, 
Yet neither hitherto here nor hither

Ledger of Love: PART I

Ledger of Love

In the dim-lit chambers of the Victorian home,
Resides a wife, her heart a silent tome.
Once, love’s flame burned bright within her breast,
But now a thin whisp, a ghostly jest.

Her gaze averts from her husband’s weathered face,
As she tends to her duties with an air of grace.
Yet within her heart, no ember of affection

New beginnings

They said,
"Fake it till you make it".
I faked my life,
I faked my soul,
I faked it all the being of my being.

She said,
"Just try little harder"
I tried it till I was numb,
I tried it till I was dumb,
I tried it all for the sake of trying.

He said,
"It's enough, I am done".
I was done,
Finally, done from it

A Christmas with Loved ones

Lord show us the way
That we can best celebrate your day,
Should it be fun
For all of us to feel as one?
Or should we be sad
Knowing that we may at times have been a little bad?
May we please drink,
So that into depression we do not now sink,
Aware of course
That too much imbibed turns our chatter into

The Beacon Runneth Over

There’s thousands of puzzles that have never been solved and never will be 
Please excuse my OCD as it floods my brain completely 
I’m a man of cold hard evidence 
As I’ll be sure to fax you all my fax complete receipts 
As they continuing printing  

“Follow me, I can give you answers you

The Human Condition

In the mirror of this world
I see a face that is not my own
A stranger,dripping tears of blood
And cast with impunity to the very depths of hell

Dwelling in the haunted shadows
Cursed to wander this accursed world alone
Forbidden to love,hate a name to be embraced
Lest you fall asunder in the bosom of a friend

The horrors of

Thursday's Windows

"Thursday’s Windows"

the view 
from the other side
open wide 

watching 
other stories
unfold 

write their worlds 
upside down
their concert 

sung to mirrors
none fair of face 
and most, 

far to go

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)





“Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's

Pleasure Clauses

We are the only bonds of pleasure
We drink a cup of wine at night
A slave in the illusion, in the illusion of our pleasure
Don't think otherwise, don't have a heart

Alone in the night of the rush of dreams
Steps slowly in the dark
Bring your imagination with us
We are the only chains of pleasure in illusion and

The Effects of Media On a Traumatised Brain

I had the strangest of dreams 
They happend in the land overseas 
Usually called the land of the free
Even though I have never been 
There were familiar people and daddy issues
My father tried to pick some prostitutes 
Then puked on my bed 
In real life he is a strong christian 
Familiar sins , disorders, secrets

The Picture On the Coin

You can take love
to the store~ that's nice,
but the cashier will say
kindly, that I need a bit
more...

You can take love to the bank,
and the teller will say, that's nice
but not a deposit, dear, to be
quite frank...

One takes love to the Altar:
I also do, but two years latter
the relationship may be thoroughly
through...

for in the scheme of

Visiting Hours

I wish heaven had visiting hours
I'd carry a beer or two
And some meat to go
Cause I know my grandpa's would love that 

I'd seat with them and let them just talk
For I'd love to hear how they were
For to me they were but stories
Cause I never got to see them, long gone before I was

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