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In the Distance

Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance

The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance

Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes

Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her

Again and again under the timelapse skies

She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes

Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure

What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever, 
no more is sure

This is all

In the distance

Some one is singing
in the distance

Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance

Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her

And now
I no longer love her

But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky

Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance

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Reverse

Today, I reversed my clock
turned it backwards
like counter clockwise
changed the numbers on the face


To wind back the days
to undo the ways
To come back upon a place
that is forever in my memory

Was then I had a thought
into the other realms

Of a new kind of world
to take back the helms

One where we get good for the good
and bad gets bad for the hold
Turning us back
to never get old

Its a new way of thinking
a new kind of time
a new kind of longevity
a new kind of rhyme

a new kind of discovery
a new kind of feeling
a new kind of reality
a new kind of healing

When we change how we think
and our thoughts in that line
Its a secret I know
of this wave of the sine

The planet turns counter clock wise
The solar system turns counter clock wise
The galaxy turns in proximity of that

The highest of leaders
all knew of this chat

And this is how they got us all turned wrong
we've been misled 
for time does not exist
its only behind
And its in the written mysteries
That only we can find
if we only learned to think with our 'own' mind.

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A Lonesome Maker

****A reflection of a day, i wrote about the death of my fiance from cancer****
last night
the daughters of ignOrance
coupled with the sons of despair
in parked cars by ruined rivers
WhiLe dreams were finding their way home
in the dark

Old dreams
staying on old roads
neW dreams falling away
troops were being withdrawn
from One battlefieLd to another
and the president was to be re elected
because he kills more than any other
and is the best man for the jOb

because he Wears a mask
on the back of his head
smiLing
and because he lives
where telescopic cameras
always crosses its target

As today, is the day of the Dead...
so this mOrning
I placed at the feet of unfinished statues
the scars I have salvaged

it's my Way of protesting

Now i sit in this bar
with the bartender and the cockroaches
pretending i am here on a visit
when I know this is home

Like a man with no one
you are such A Lonesome Maker

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Threw

I Came to the edge of a ocean
looking off to the sea
Grabbed up scraps of steel
parts of old cars
and I threw them to the water below

Thinking to myself
perhaps I threw myself in too

Then I took out the urn
held it high to the shine

her last rays of sun
and I swiftly threw her
into the deep dark sea

And there she sank
to the floor below
to start her life new
as the mother of pearls

There she goes
to the eternal under the sea
where she always wanted to be

Maybe the sun will shine
and evap the water
into clouds

And her spirit rises
into the air
filling the sky
covering me as I cry
and the clouds begin to rain
to pour her love over me again

Instead I took out the urn
held it high to the shine
for her last rays of sun
and swiftly I threw her
into the deep dark sea

And there she sank to the floor below
to start her life new
where she always wanted to be
as the mother of pearls.

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Dark and Mystical

To be Fulfilled, I must find Her love.
This is not Just an option.

This is for Sure.
In the Moonlight, She whispers.

It is her love and Lust, what I am search for.
That moonlight glistens, when I hear Her call my name
I know I may be dreaming, but in my surrealism it is true.

I am awaken to her dark and mystical moon.

I hold my breath, as I see her shadows form and I see
what its like to have her in my room.

She is A supernova that appears at my window.
She is The star that lights up the Universe.

If I am to be immortalized to her love, Her whispers will lead me to her Galaxy.
These factors that affect us are intangible.
The variables are so complex that I might always be alone
because only she can fulfill the needs that possess me
I must be with her and only her, but never her.

This moonlight is my only ray of sunshine.
She comes to me as an enduring life.
She is as handsome as the beast I hide 
and I am the beauty that she seeks.

May the Dark Lords bless us with this relationship
Because I am as dark and mystical as she.

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Colors of Death

There are lonely cemeteries
tombs full of bones with no sound
the heart passing through the tunnel
blackness blackness blackness

as in a shipwreck we die inward
as if drowning in our hearts
as if falling from our skin to our soul

there are cadavers
there are the feet of the cold clammy slabs
there is death in the bones
like pure sound
like a bark with no dog
emerging from certain bells
from certain tombs
increasing in humidity
like the weeping of rain

i see, alone all the time
coffins under sail
weighing anchors with baited breath
with women in dead photos
with sheets of white like angels
with pensive girls married to skeletons
coffins floating the vertical river beds

the dead dry river
upwards, sails swollen by the sound of death
filled with the silent sound of death

to what is loud and clear, death comes
like a shoe with no foot
like a suit with no man
comes knocking with a ring with no stone or finger
comes screaming with no mouth, no tounge, no throat
yet its steps .... ring
and its clothes rustle silent like a ghost

i dont know, i perceive little, i hardly see
but i think it is the color of violets
violets that are familiar with the earth
for the face of death is green
and the gaze of death is greener
with the flowing damp of a violet leaf
it is the solemn color of exasperated winter

But death also moves through the world dressed as a broom
licking the floor looking for souls
death is in the broom
is the tongue of death looking for the dead
the needle of death looking for thread

death is in beds
on sluggish slow motion mattresses, in black blankets
it lives stretched out and suddenly blows
blows a dark sound that swells the sheets
and then there are the beds
sailing to port
with the coffins on that river 
in those shipwrecks, as we die inward.

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Dry Season

Dust storms in my mouth

My words are withered

In the searing gaze
Of her dirty eyes.

I am brittle clay
Parched for renewal
Awaiting the rain.


My walls form a tomb

When she is closed outside



And I am that ghost
That walks out in the darkness.
to Penetrate her seal.



I will Use whatever tool
I can carry for her
Til she is my discovery.



Yet I remember
my carressing her warmth places
That it makes me Unwhole.



What is a desert
Without the sunlight?

Its More like selfless death
So thats how we are preserved.

After such a knowledge, what is forgiveness?	
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors	
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,	        
It Guides us by our vanity. 


She gives when our attention is distracted	
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusion	
That the giving famishes the craving and Gives it to late
	
What’s not believed in, or if i just believed...	        
In my memory only, reconsiders her passion and she Gives it to soon
	
Into my weak hands, what thoughts can be dispensed?	
Till the refusal propagates me to fear.
Neither fear nor courage saves me. Only her natural vices	
that Are married by her heroism. 

and my Virtues	        
Are forced upon us by our impudent crime.	
for All of These tears that
are shaken from this dry season

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Slumberless

As darkness falls and others sleep
in moonlight, full and sleek
Internal emotions sick in my soul
and the dreams never come

Persistent wispers must always taunt
like the blowing wind outside
As sleepless demons slowly creeping in
through to emptiness... to my mind inside

Thirty minutes could be thirty years
and another hour has passed
and still, I fight this consciousness
of the vivd times of past

From front to back, side to side then
back to front my shadows roll
uncomfort in my memory
and even in this empty bed

I reach across to gain the memory
of your hair
i used to play with your hair
it brought me comfort
it brought me rest
it broguht me saftley
it brought me sleeping
like a lake of fluid smooth dreams
in this chamber room you'de keep

And so I sing this song of lonely nights forever
to pacify my mind
Then roll to the other side of love
where there is no one.

Beanteth these sheets I palpitate
those demons always participate

My soul tormented as I sink
from dusk to dawn and these hundred years
that pass so slow and not even flow of tears
can put me out for a single wink.