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Twilight Zone

What ruse is so effective
that someone blatantly perverse
can succeed all so easily
to convince one after the other
to give it all up
to trade in their integrity
to renege on their values
to turn their back on any moral compass
to literally sell their soul to the devil

And… have the gall to walk among us
still with their head held high

Get this show on the road

Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.

I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My

Looking for the neutrality Zone

Neutrality

not this and

not that

a zone which

is not a zone~

stories seem

outside the zone

and the seeker

in the story

looks for the zone

which is not

absent

Hiku - midnight zone

amidst midnight zone
   bioluminescence lights 
 indigo black seas

This Place Where I Sit

This place where I sit
so unfamiliar to me
this is not what I had imagined
not what I expected
this is not the path I was walking on
must have slipped through a wormhole
a mysterious splice in time
and materialized stumbling
on the other side or,
somehow swept up into a tornado
drifted on the blustery wind
spat out viciously, just like Jonah
to this

Grey zone reports

I have not looked for a while.? Yet its out there... 
Somewhere.? I must find time..Before it fades
Thats time i mean.' Elusive to catch despite all
 Our wiles.'

That Comfort Zone

Age does not define us,
But our choices surely do.
How I live my life may not
At all appeal to you.

We have to find that comfort zone
Between our younger verve
And, in our later years, that well
Of vigor in reserve.

Some people choose to stay at home,
Quite happy to embrace
The extra time to just relax,
Not going anyplace.

While others, with

The Zoom Zone

Inspired by that Unseeking Seeker
I zoom into fantasy
I zoom into the m(eye)nd
I zoom into the Light
Or was it the darkness of thyme?
Parsley or Sage?  Or was it some other Age?
Where I zoomed into bliss
What is all this?
Endlessness's beyond the zone ...

Zooooooooooooooooooom!

ARt ME

p.s.  ... all the way home.

Rod Serling

Rodman Edward Serling
at Ithaca College tried out for curling
he found he couldn’t sweep for the stone
and decided to write the Twilight Zone

DE WEF-ONISING, ZONE'

Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of canberra.' Where they exported a pics-ean high fountain
Just like the one in geneva.. It springs to mind? Over an
Unruffeled lake,

Goldilocks Zone

Goldilocks Zone

Perfect position

Just enough water
Just far enough from the sun
Just enough light
Just enough dark
Just enough land mass
Just enough Van Allen Belt
Just enough ozone

Too close and it would be too hot
Too far and it would be too cold
Too close and too much radiation
Too far and not enough
Too close and no water
Too far and it would be

The Twilight Zone of the Self

In the darkness of a man’s mind, he’s all alone,
His thoughts are a maze, with feelings like stone.
The mirror shows something not wanting to be seen,
Something inside him that he can not set free.
Stars disappear in a never-ending night,
He searches for answers, trying to make things right.
In this weird space where nothing makes sense,
His grip

No Wake Zone

   The silent woman watches,
   Shifting in the cold.
   Holding coffee in hand,
   Watching over the land.

   Swiftly through the falling leaves,
   Laying in the water.
   Boats carving gashes,
   Froth burbling up,
   In their wake.

  

The Demarcation Zone

(A lone voice whispers)

As individuals, we don't sometimes realise the scope of utter hopelessness, until we unknowingly endure it

Or witness it

But within all that emotional spiritual warfare

A glorious Demarcation Zone always exists

Between 
Pain and Salvation 

Just awaiting courageous souls to cross it

To reach a new emotional nation

To find a new paradigm of looking at something

In the War-zone of Self

I am a mosaic of strength,
built from pieces of scars and stars,
loving fiercely, too fiercely perhaps,
and wrapped tight in the armor of over-care.
I am not counterfeit, nor a shadowed ghost
but real, pulsing with heart and hurt,
loving with all that I have,
and more than I ever learned how to hold.

If I’ve wounded you, those I cherish

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