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Wanderlust

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, meditating and drifting away to the lullaby of the ocean. The waves gently clap against the shore as the seagulls take to the sky forming letters of the alphabet with every flap of their wings. The clouds are dim white puffs in an otherwise endless azure sky. The sun’s amber halo is setting on the sea as the gentle wind meets the swaying palm trees and the rhythm of paradise is all around me. A small sailboat is gently propelled by the wind, another dreamer journeying the sea. The ocean breeze, its briny breath, leaves a hint of salt on my lips. As the waves roll in with their bubbling froth, a trail of seashells is scattered at my feet. Each shell was perfect, a sonnet of the sea, echoing a tale of the creature it once sheltered. Out there in the vastness of nirvana, the ocean is alive with infinite motion. When I close my eyes, wanderlust dream is the passport of my imagination.

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Desert Majesty

Under the desert’s amethyst sky, 
a chasm of color and space,
the hissing sand is yielding for now  
to the ambient vibe of this place. 

Majestic desert, rife with life, 
Stinging tail, a scorpion’s kiss.
Serpent sidewinds into the brush,  
cacti claw at the wind, amiss. 

A ghost ship sails on sandy dunes 
carved by relentless gusts, 
Like folds of a smooth and velvety wisp, 
desert splendor, you’re spinning gold dust.  

Among the countless grains of sand, 
den to the camel and gecko,
Oh, raptor’s sound in deep jasper caves
desert journey begins with an echo.

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Rock Dove

Paper is my palate, the pen my brush and sword.
Agitation, inspiration to set my thoughts to words. 
 
My feathers stain papyrus with words for all to see,
in hopes that they'll go viral, stirring harmony.  
 
For all the world's a theater, the page my private stage.
I strum my verbal guitar, tracking mental gauge. 
 
I feel the beat of bass drums deep within my soul,
allowing me momentum to scribble and to scroll.
 
Notes of my locution, symbols of my tone,
the sound of lexical music rumbles through my bones. 
 
Composition is my mission and music is my love.
My ode to words, exalting, "I am the Rock Dove".

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Black Gallows

The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade where,
vaguely lit by the autumn moon, dark blue pierces the night and the river murmurs of mad seas, of raging waters. 

Contained in the vast ether, I am a shivering willow journeying down the winding river. 
On the banks, the wolves howl, white-fanged with stealthy eyes. 
In this haunted forest, the incubus takes hold.   

The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade where,   
embroidered with crimson moss, the billowing trees leave me breathless, trembling beside the rushing waters.  

Hurled by the river’s current, my heart races in sync with the lunar tide. 
I hear ravens clamoring, the moonlight gleaming off their ominous feathers
as I spiral down, the tempest thrusting me toward the abyss.

The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade where,
my eyes are wide open, but my body is frozen in time 
and I see things that are not there.

Looking down on my slumber, the night prowler seizes my soul	
endowing the twilight with evil intent.
Jagged claws, tipped with blood, clutching at my throat.

The black gallows moan in the shadowy glade where,
a ring of fire engulfs me, humming, hissing, crackling, roaring, 
elevating me to his phantom silhouette, 
and his menacing laughter takes possession of my very last breath.

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Evolution Vegan

You say you want a revolution, 
I say go back in time when ancestors of mankind
were eating from the vine. 

Forbidden fruit damnation of evolution's proof, 
no mortal man is meant to eat a creature with a hoof. 

The fabled book, 
the idol gods, 
the devil in disguise 
does not excuse your savage sin 
of eating those with eyes. 

Society, your government, 
your culture, and your mother 
are not the moral compass for eating one and other. 

Just take a peek into the souls 
of lambs led off to slaughter 
and tell me how you justify this sick eating disorder.

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Wandering Judea

I watch the news incessantly, 
in effect present by proxy and phone. 
I anguish and languish, 
waiting for the spheres of fire to roll fast and burn out
a safe distance from my paramour, my Lion of Judea.

I anticipate each day with worry and tears and with cynical hope that the innocents will rebel against the pain and the waste. 
 
In the meantime, I hear the missiles whistle 
as they meet the earth with venomous rage,  
from the stinging poison painted on their summits.

Wandering aimlessly through the wrecked streets engulfed with despair, 
some hide below the earth in gulags afraid to check if the sun is alight. 

Others wager a walk to the necropolis to honor the mortal warriors who gave everything they had. 
Mothers bellow beside countless catacombs, 
children’s names prematurely etched in stone. 
 
And the night sky continues to blaze, lit with embers of scorching hate 
from that poison arrow that keeps aloft, 
never losing flight, powered by ages of rage.
 
Still, we wait at the turnstile of repose, 
despite the respite that neither ebbs nor flows. 

But they forge on toward their final goal,
With bloodstained hands from a scapegoat’s soul.
The eternal retreat that’s all the “rage”, 
Your den of iniquity, your battling cage
Seventy-two maidens, virgin-pure,
Forbidden fruit, forevermore.

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Fire Kite

Fiery kite, scorching your tail string, 
surfing the wind like a dragon beast.
The dragon flies, fire breathing sting
wicked ghoul blowing from the east.

With armor-like scales, you drift and soar,
red flames and puffs of smoke
fade into clouds as you rant and roar,
the enemy’s flames you stoke.

With embers of scheming ancient rage,
you torch the tree of life.
From green to brown, you singe the leaves
while thrusting your jagged knife.

Invading the land, you seek to destroy martyred children, 
those innocent doves.
The talons of steel you sharply employ
with the wrath of your vengeance above.  

Darkness descends on this troubled land, 
Lick the air with your heated breath
Your eyes fixed red on the forest sand, 
dragon beast, you’re the legion of death.

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Prism Sky

When the Earth’s star rises,

 I see you.

 When the mountains swallow the sky,

 I taste you.

 When the waves kiss the clouds,

 I feel you.

 The blue sky is my ocean,

 in its sweet expanse

 and nebula wisps.

 And you are the prism I behold,

 a vibrant band, iridescent.

 The ark that stretches toward the horizon,

 from end to end, infinite.

 Refraction and reflection, your halo,

 cascading vapors of light and love.

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Somber Sleep

I never sleep well when others are wrecked.

Half-awake in my dreams, my blessed life sealed,

Not a victim of history’s fate or neglect.

 

Divine will, a remnant, he lived to see the light.

Through perished skeletons, ashes of those who once stood proud,

he endured the torment to pen the “Night”.

 

Echoed words of wisdom from years of anguish

The souls he knew, seeds unsewn,

swallowed by the hollowed abyss where forever they languish.

 

Hallowed be their names, loved ones so cherished.

Vanished into vapors of grim darkness,

six million perished.

 

But the sun would shine again for those victims of history's fate.

Their seeds now trees of spirits unextinguished,  

not forgotten by the earth from where they originate.

 

So, as I ruminate, blistering thoughts resonate.

I know that only time and place have sealed my blessed fate,

from the perils of indifference and hate

ever failing to abate.