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Sitting death a corpse of times loss in drips
I'll wait, she said in eons voice while zealots rage
His source of pride lay as dust once adorned
Pendulums swing marking time dresses in rust
Her echo of words speaks in his minds hollow
Soon the decay will banish her to tumble
The bend of limbs absent flesh to move
The signs of sanity melt the madness of his face
This shining vigil remains on a promise of return
His decrepit chair and spinal pour becomes one
The morass of synapse dissolves her face.
Banished the last of a believed memory
Halloweens gestures come and go in spectres
Why do I remain? The question roars
Last command with thoughts to leave results
.....in a quiet elbows creak.
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Whispers of fingers an apparitions touch
took residence inside my mirrored bones
frantic rationale is a skeletal destination
crunchy landing of hard fossil dust
This sad beast of remains stands low in the sag
dry tears of sand drips down to mandible mayhem
its remnant clothing, phalanges hanging in defeat
while random flutist sings it's hollow tune
Fleshly hand, the kindly reach gazes in piteous questioning
living site navigates the reflecting path
the maze door answered with a riddles remedy
the skulls slow lift, the femurs rise, the mirrored ripples open
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A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness.
Green slips from shore, a purchased release.
Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds.
Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip.
Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise.
The last of life, extinction blazes black.
Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip.
A mist of remembrance where stone nuture once lay.
Shriveled trunk, bloated limb, a silent fiasco
We were infinity, now the singularity
Last of our kind, the jewel of what was fading.
As humans watch with insufferable
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Dancing toes paint a liquiscent waltz
Fluttered limbs impossible grace
Floating form the unreal flight
Shelves of air on feathers
Ballerina's death
Preposterous
Bewildered
Starving
Art
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I am the fall leaf that spins on the branch.
The autumn flower bowing to winter's gaze.
I am the last bird to chase the fleet foot sun
The final cut of skeptical, loon grass.
You are the silent shriek of winter's gasp
The tease of times cryptic temper
You are the promise of menagerie green
The progenitor of silver scent melt
We are the bridge of blended suns rising
The continuance made it possible
We are wakers and sleepers of the in- between
The silent clip of the small hand turning
Welcome to the newborn summer
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Cinders
Souls scarred freedom
Heaven
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precipice
and the granite unmasked
not my heart in immobility
Injustice
Disguise of righteousness
Not my soul in perpetual quake
Punishment
That which he doled smiling
My body he forced, never will be...
me
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spring morning glory loudly shivers while in quiet vine
the army of pumpkins herald the winter to come
night creatures do not belong in the spring light
steals the summer for the pumpkins reign
draculean teeth, werewolves claw - bullets to wreak havoc
witches storm with magic breath harvests springs renewal
spring takes the yoke of destruction foreign to its nature
to battle All Hallows Eve and save the birthing summer.
daring buds burst their pistilin swords
spirits shoot forth crystalline fear tendrils
new season birds pummel vast pumpkin fields
trumpet vines snakes the eyes of pumpkin soldiers
orange blood declares Halloweens defeat
the supernatural retire, monsters shrink back to den
spring settles commencing its seasons prerogative
summer tiptoes in...
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joy and sadness tangled fate
one came home extremely late
my gleeful sons rods in hand deceitful river, fish they planned
shifting forest running free
twisting turns among the trees grinning water spies the meal
two young boys come to heel
laughing, spinning noonday sun
they bait their hooks in hopes of fun jumping floating rock to rock
follows the stream with no dock
fluidic arm grasps the child
muscled water river wild
lost in waves shifting death
small boy lost, weight and breath
searching, yelling, hoping, praying darkling dusk a night in making silent moan, shifting white
brought my son to my sight.
along the banks among the trees
lay my boy who coughed and wheezed
in my arms my son returned
the memory forever burned
love, live in moments they say
So often time just slips away
my sons they grew
thank god for two
could have been one...
or none
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