Short Companioned Poems

There sits the dreamer
Isn’t he a fool
As he perches upon the balcony rail
And stares into the black oblivion
Companioned with a soulful lyre
Whose notes when strummed cause the stars to cry
The half moon rising with a rusty glow
Shading half of the old mans face
Sitting strumming
Envy the man
Who dares to dream....

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For many years now
alongside me
an innominate presence
has companioned my steps.

It first came to me
unexpectedly.
Did l unknowingly call to it,
invite it into my mind?

Now I would not escape it
for a single moment.
It is not the epitome of Right
or a truth seeking angel.

It is that being
that saved me
from your wrong opinions,
your self-delusions,
the lies you tell to yourself,

and it guards now
only my own cant, humbug
and say-so....

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There were days left over;
	this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.

wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
	                   lest:
	                   last tomorrow:

Atlantean ship’s return, dark outland’s call,
in men’s dreams only, to cold steam rising fall,
on green magic’s mist want,
only to find...

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