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These Eyes of Mine

These eyes obedient, have led the way
Onto countless ill-chosen paths.

These eyes as apart from body like partner,
Witness free will in mountainous struggles 
Equal in preventability.

These eyes loyal in quiet conformity, 
Avert as spirit evades discovery or risk.

These eyes express through all escaped emotion,
Oceans in tears of perpetuating sadness
In love of Duty.  And cherished occasional 
Sublime delight.

These eyes lie, with precision in self-preservation 
and clumsily in deceit.

These eyes with earned wisdom through
Lessons learned, now look upon themselves 
Graciously in replica of shape.  
In color they differ as polished jade, opaque and 
Inpenetrable to light, to Pacific tide pools, inviting
To peer into and ever changing in light and depth.

These eyes in replica are  innocence and
Wonder.  And dance with an all exposing grin,
Curling lips to show perfect pink gums 
Over three year old teeth that I am compelled to kiss.

It is in this, these eyes see the meaning of everything. 

  
pools

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Purse Rifler

Stumble, fumble, ponder, worry,
From under a thumb a Rifler did scurry.
Cold night as it was,
And only one purple slipper, 
The Rifler ventured
Met a West London clipper.
Vivid and boisterous,
So brilliant this sight.
And wise beyond years 
To the Rifler's delight.
So moved he had left her.
And after years of malarky,
She knew what to do now.
If she could just find her car key!

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Defeated Released

I think today I am defeated.
I tried so hard.
Again.
The most this time.. 
Defeat brings with it nausea.
Release,
I'm not sure of. 
I glimpsed it for a moment.
Its gone now.
Gave way to a threat of
Rejection from my stomach. 
All I have left to reject my defeat with.
Like throwing the gun at the bad guy 
When you're out of bullets.
Uninvited tears must wait
In line. Single file,
From here to the moon, 
Until I have a soft place
To Fall.
Must get one of those...

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I Have a Stick In My Eye

I have a stick in my eye.
It looks like a puppet's
Whos been caught in a lie.
The whole of my world 
Easily sees
The strangling hold
This stick has on me.
It burns and it stings
Never waivers its fire
And it catches and snags
On any might desire.

This stick in my eye
Is so demanding of me
insisting my focus
An intolerable degree.
All thought and perception
Are owned by this minion
As is my "self"
Kept from release
Too preoccupied and pinioned.
Months had to fester
And now red with anger
Time heals this not
For infection does linger.

I would like there to be a stick in your eye,
My rugpulling playmate,
With heart gone awry.
You were there when it happened,
'Twas about  your own fable
And though I love you still
Of this life I'm not able.
But the lil' one of mine,
With a star in his eye
 Keeps me from leaving
With his light
in my sky.

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Feel

Now touched be long forgotten skin.
Startled, come to life again.
From at arm's length do pull thee near, 
And awakened seething bodies seer.
Like a hurricane tamed in a bellow's gasp,
Mine breath be stilled in taken grasp.
For all that was dark turns to light in reveal,
And choose does a soul to feel.

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The Park

I scooter, or razor
which ever you like.
I jungle gym and sand box,
I even take a hike
To sipty cup 
And back with it.
And oh yes I got
The baseball mitt.
I push the swing,
I made a kite.
Still tangled 'round 
My shoe tonight.
I roll the ball,
I carry a shirt.
Gently ran off
lil' tiny flirts.
Not because I 
Think they shouldn't,
But because to 
Share I couldn't.
Too much fun 
we were enjoying
No time have we
For lil' girl cloying.
Now in lap 
And quite contented
Til sun comes up
His vim augmented.

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All Or Nothing

It has to be all or nothing.
This is my foot putting down.
I gave you my heart, you gave it back.
Yet you dont not want it around.
I follow you from room to room,
With dying heart in hand.
But the sting of it...,  I'm losing my witts
And it feels like I'm walking in sand.
So nothing 'twill be, from this moment on.
Because I'd just rather be alone.
And should you decide to offer me all,
You know nothing is set in stone.

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Freak

Tainted are the picture shows,

From out the eyes of Freaks I know.

Time trips on discolored days turned askew.

Speculation is a game. 

For all the Freaks (are) in me.

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Loss

It shall never go away.
With every day i choose to stand up 
and breathe.
There at the outskirts of every thought that rumbles in my head.
Any emotion permissed to touch 
me.
Then too.
Like a dead extremity affixed I shall drag it with me,
Feeling it always with me,
In me.
Slows each moment painfully.
Though it seems
I wish I could just be done.
I want to go home.
Tired.
I shall never let it go.