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Grains

Your soul is wearing a human carcass,
dress it up any way you like
but,
there’s your grain.

There’s your grain
And who imagined its potential?
Insignificant piece of earth
Scratchy little truth
that became so incredibly hot it could no longer be sand.
Creating a shard so clear
that the truth pierced reality.
One co-operative pane
forced together in controlled panicky climate.

There’s your grain,
wrought for many years in this old shell
converting all this dirt
into something worthwhile.
Wisdom cannot come from youthful oysters
true pearls take time.

There’s your grain
bouncing down that clear funnel with the others
trickling the future forward.
As I watch grainy time burying the present
I let go of this wrinkled peel
that is
Covered in pearls.

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Paradise Lost

I was listening to the news the other day regarding the economy and job loss that has 
been happening in North America and for some inexplicable reason the picture that Raul 
posted for his contest popped into my mind. So, here is my entry for Raul Moreno’s Solace in 
Nature Contest.


Recession rainbow

        Human foibles forgotten

                          Nothing else exists.

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Linger On

I am cheating death,
Shaky bent knees, wayward branch
Wet cement sidewalk.

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Math Men

Our blood is pumping through our veins
Scream the brains
Unrestrained
There are pieces they can’t explain
Screams my brain
Through their constrain

They force their truth every year
To make their books and
ease our fear
Their ignorance is all I hear
And drown with beer
To ease my fear

Universally we all believe
Catching wisdom with a sieve
PHD’s to receive
Funded action without reprieve

And so I watch with tearful eye
Flinching from that too blue sky
Tension always lingers by
They’ve missed the “why” 
They’ve missed the “why”

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The Power of Language

I, am a word snake
slithering in and around language
coiling my body though multi-syllables
curling my tongue around ornamental words
          all the better to eat you with my dear.
My fangs hide in highly constructed sentences
waiting behind sophisticated grammar,
as my slick skin smoothes past your intellect
unyielding eyes never leave the target.
I can hear your compliance,
I can taste the spell you're under,
No reply because the point is never grasped
          You are the target and words will consume you.
"B's" and "S's" will wrap around your body
"F's" and "C's" will tighten their grasp,
until a panicked air escapes your lips
realization flashes across you face
          my words are consuming you.
Their acidy truths will slowly eat away your beliefs
while you lie in the dark place waiting to die.
I already told you,
I am a word snake.

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Failed Potential

I watch with hungry eyes as your innocence explores my world.
Your delicate mouth curls at the novelty,
I do not break the gaze.
I have long since mediated my existence and
Ordinary is haunting my footsteps.

I see what you are desperately trying to hide,
ghostly slivers break through the carefully constructed.
Ordinary is haunting your footsteps,
Artificial intelligence; spell check and a thesaurus.

You have been gone for some time and
Oceanic organic tears mark the occasion.
Congratulations, they have been successfully convinced.
Mass mourning of some one that is lost,
When you have been gone for a long time.

You have taken the path that has been over-traveled
And your footsteps have become ordinary.
Extra ordinary.

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They Wait To Consume You

I see it in you, waning, in broken pieces everyday,
That fall away and you let them,
Sun soaked diamond chips
Like broken chimes on a marble floor. 
This silence produces an ominous screaming,
A falcon circling in the dry desert sun
Gliding on imaginary air
Screaming the anticipation forth,
As the last piece delicately falls
He dives to his prey.
You cannot hold yourself together.
Pray that I will.

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Ghost Hunt

Psychosomatic fanatic
operating on a different static.

Sonar Radiation
Looking for the ghastly nation

Inner electric connective 
inspiring the collective.

Vigilant treading
On creaky wood worth dreading
Where are they heading?

Fruitless investigation
Dwindling anticipation.

Doubtful introspection
Are they forcing the connection?
Is this deflection?

Truthful evidential sound,
The afterlife they’ve surely found

Audible becomes nearer
Screaming from the fear or
A reflection passing in the mirror!

** For Carol Brown's Funny Spooks contest

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But I Love You?

Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
Concerning my shortcomings.

Your beauty
		as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining forgiveness with your thick lashes
Who could stay mad?
You are driving me mad.

Customarily unaware of your power,
My body explodes when strands are swept from you face.
Millions of my little pieces sticking to white walls
Slowly sliding down
Creating red roads
And yet your world is undisturbed.

I wait
Religiously
Possibly knelt down . . . if you so desire
For your words.
As if they could gain me admission
When they fall from your mouth with delicious unattachment,
Such distance.
And
I scurry around you catching them with a sieve.

But you are so beautiful
That I wait for your acknowledgement
Of my own worth.

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A Poem To Time

Lately time has been very upsetting,
with all its straight forwardness.
Happening when I am not aware
day after day dragging me forward,
dropping Loss like its nobody's business
weaving my past like a secret spider,
in the dark hours of the night.
Silvery strands, wet with tears for what was,
tangling all my tommorows.
Time, with its linear inevitability,
as we tightrope to our futures
what other choice is there?
My life is your consequence.

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