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I close my eyes
Orbits sunk deep within
Scowering the cesspool of dream fragments.
I lay cool against the flat sheet
Waiting patiently for deep sleep to cast all
dream fragments from memory.
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Mother
You have hovered way to long
soured breath down my back
I forgave but
never was forgiven
for the late nights with Dad
sitting by his chair in the parlor,
you in your bedroom
eyes wide shut
Counting the seconds, the minutes
your iron fist at hand
a child's lesson
the sting, the bruise
left to heal alone in my room
crying.
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I just read the most beautifully written,
articulate poem today and envied
Why cant I write a poem like that!
As I travel through mind sheds
Blown out by too much drink.
I can neither contend nor describe
These descents into darkness.
The waking hours when all else sleeps
Unravel half truthes sea deep.
Do you know how many sheep I have counted
Not to be reminded of these frailties
That walk this nightly beat.
I catch glimpses of grandness
Most fleeting at best.
This need to govern a life less traveled, solitude filled
Quiets the psych of a poet, desperately stilled.
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How small I have become
to linger too long in territory
I can not withstand
Tiny whispers spread
like an eagle's fan
across mounting skies that ignite
beckon calls to retreat
to more familiar land
I've crossed these roads
All too familiar now
but willfully still
To step aside and allow
you to take the upper hand.
The starlight lays its golden egg
tucked deep in distant clouds
to stake a pilgrim's claim
The raven black rescinds
To higher ground still
to amend the passing of two worlds
dusk versus dawn
Which will prevail
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tiny drops of water cut through
folds of refuse
laying dormant in the
crest of spring
where fissures of melting ice
retreat.
I lay sprawled against the top sheet
Eyes fixed on the tempered glass
before me
drawing circles with the
heat from my breath.
The yellow light, daunting,
and new, creeps slowly
aware of the struggle ahead
Winter's refuse marks its ground
at times, forcing the sun back
tucked high in grey skies.
The yellow light rebounds
stronger this time
awaiting winter's demise.
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Cruel intentions
circle the ruby red
of your lips
hips that sway back
and forth in a lusty pose
touching, touching
but never really feeling.
Dim rooms, yellow lit
of seedy talk and
tobacco riddled nights
give pretense that your loved
while thwarted dreams
lay at your feet
grinding to thin ash
The dark disclosure of your deeds
rip through the heart
and cut to the core
but are never left unnoticed.
The silence that you swear
to keep this thing alive
reflect in you what I despise
You will go on pretending
to ease your slow decline
just one more time, baby
just one more time.
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The recess bell screeches loudly
Students cramped in quarters
dismiss the high pitch
Ding dong repeatedly it fires
No one surrenders
You and I dazzled
Speak with eyes only
Seldom twitching, gazing still
Time trickles down in sinewy
streams of desire
we are fixed , motionless
This ten minute break bleeds
through the souls of our feet
breaking our silence
We retreat to separate rooms
troubling distance between us.
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Small visions
Staggering insolence
muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts
lay in feathered wasteland
Spinning tongues imperial platitudes
Right of passage misguided
impenetrable to the bone
The shake-up
Sharks teethe to flesh
an agent of defilable means
It scathes the soul
of the inveterate, the young
and feasts upon its own.
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The bittersweet
prelude
that marks
the end.
Of crimson bowls laden deep with morning glory
and sweet tinged scents
Sit high upon the hearth.
The kindred smiles welcome a new year coming
cast broken spirits into night's dark
What lurks aside this fleeting moment of laughter and content
when energies abound and dreams unending toss caution to the wind
The aftermath of thriftless spending hits hard beneath the skin
to mourn in silent keeping and believing in better days that lie ahead.
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Twice the shadows descend
upon the ring of water, stagnant
Twice the high winds hurl heavy rain
awaits the Songbird's song
Breaking like fine crystal the songbird descends
upon the brown earth
The descent creates a stir, greater
Down, down the songbird
coils and retracts
Resistant to the downward push,
the songbird sings
taking in the glory
of its forgotten pleasure.
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