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Razor wire sunrise

Woke in a box, no light, just grey—
Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay.
Wasn’t framed. I earned my time.
Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime.

Name was gone. They gave me a tag.
Fought for smokes, respect, a rag.
Learned to stare with a deadman’s face,
Learned the rules of a lawless place.

Every night: screams, shanks, sweat.
Dreams don’t grow

3 Copper Coins, And The Kite Caught In The Telegraph Wire

The man was
handsome, intelligent,
and good in bed.

But he just
had nothing
to say.

And all of his days
were the same.

Monochromatic
introspection followed
by a sort of smothered
self-expression.

He never
felt like himself.
And he always felt
worried about what
other people thought
about him.

Who even was
he?

His routine?
His career?
His interests?
His beliefs?

Beliefs?

The man had
no beliefs, the
man didn’t need
to believe.

For if he started believing
in something, he may have
actually needed
to

Barbied Wire

Barbed wire, it sure ain’t pink
Poor Barbie, she can’t think;
she’s a smart, sharp dresser
wire’s a sharp oppressor.
She stares with steely gaze;
wire’s steel, invokes delays.
Barbie is a girlfriend, true;
wire’s no friend of me or you.
The whole world is Barbie’s kin
barbed is there to fence us in.

Chirps on a Wire

Growing old
things loved and cherished come and go
phone calls- text messages thinning 
tossed aside in a world of folly and frost-
 Growing old 
in a world that keeps getting colder
hard faces-hovering over graying steps
cobwebs in the corner of an empty nest
Growing old, another funeral procession -one friend less 
life becoming endless blue eulogy-nothing more nothing

The High-Wire Act of Love

Walking a thin wire
way up high above
whichever way you lean
you just might fall in love.

At times there's nothing better
the feelings are so great
mistakes do sometimes happen
when love has turned to hate.

It's hard for some to figure
why everything did change
but love is an enigma
and sometimes even strange.

So get back on the wire
better balanced than before
another chance

Trip Wire

I have a story to tell
Where survival and pain
Literally broke the veil. 
It took years to see
The truth of my abuse
And the memories of my hurt
Has given me my muse. 
I fell into men that craved control.
I knew one day I would get rest
For my weary soul. 
Physical pain was a common norm
And my abusers

eight doves on a wire

eight doves on a wire
together
friends on bar stools

Crusible

KERATIN is extracted from
cows hooves to make to
make foam for fire extinguishers.
............................................

They butchered the shank
to make disks
to serve with beef cheeks.
the wine sauce would be cooked
separate and and made of
wine
chicken feet
thyme
bay leaves
cayenne
carrots
garlic
onions
sun dried tomato's
 3 anchovies


we would need
 15 pounds of cheeks
20 pounds of shanks
6 pounds of chicken feet
( to make chicken stock)

the oniony, tender

The Wire

The wire's wound tight, and so taut 'round my neck.
And I know, 'less it snaps, I will soon lose my breath.
But my body and mind an innumerable wreck,
I can only just smile at the prospect of death.

Digital Heartbeats

In circuits of gold, our hearts still beat red,
Screens flicker bright, yet souls seek to glow.
We dance with data, but are we truly led?

Through labyrinths of code, our stories are thread,
Algorithms hum, but empathy must flow.
In circuits of gold, our hearts still beat red.

Keyboards connect, or leave us unfed,
Touch-starved fingers swipe high and low.
We dance

Bird on a Wire

A bird on a wire
Taking in the world
Looking around about to fly
Into the beauty of the sky

Ruffling of feathers
Body tensing for take-off
Jumping from the limb
Flapping of the wings

As it soars majestically into the air
Stretching it wings to full length
Sweeping down into the Valley
Hunting for its prey

Screeching through the air
Stretching its claws out
Grab what is his
An

Chain Wire Fence

A tall, chain wire fence
surrounds the perimeter 
of the power station, casting
its evening shadow over a wide
bank of grass leading down
to the river. Sometimes I sit there
just to listen to the sound 
of the wind make music through
the wires. 

It is a soft, melancholy music
that carries a certain sorrow.
Uncoupled from a name,
it seems a composite

The Rapture Of Barbed Wire

Lay me down in a field of barbed wire,
I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy;
It is mine too; 

Let the messenger speak,
The broken arrows on your letter 
I assure you were received;

Now lay me down;
Pierce me the way you want to;
Let the scratches bleed me;

Mingling with our scarlet telepathy
desire marries us by blood oath;
Forever miscible;

Let your latent

A Call For Peace Now

This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands, 
their only hope, for war to cease.

Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.

Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all

Lonely Is the Wire

Lonely is the wire where no bird comes to rest it's feet, as if the message once flown to you, is numbered incomplete. How does love live lively in the flight upon their wings, throughout  the barrier of love between to gather in the light 
That love it brings.

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