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Rain of Feathers

Eider down feathers
fall down around me
like snow from the sky,
I raise my arms 
turn in a circle
and take in 
the wanton
tempest
of my fury,


A lampshade flung
against a wall,
the base cracked,
the shade torn,
the bedside table
battered and rammed
against a dresser 
like an abusive husband’s wife,


The mirror shattered 
into a million pieces,
each one reflecting 
a mask of rage,
someone I don’t recognize
glares back at me 
from the ice like bits of glass,


The mattress ripped open,
springs popping out 
like a hundred jack in the boxes,
only there were no jacks
or any boxes,
just rusted,old springs
flopping around like fish
in a sea of impotence,


And now,
with the pillows 
sliced and flung 
about the room,
a calming rain of feathers
slowly falls around me,


And I am at peace once again.

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Kindred Spirit

A winged figure flies alone.Searching for the one he calls his own.Softly whispering to the 
girl of his dreams,sitting there on the rock by the stream…


 


 …She looks into the crystal depths,where past ,present,and future is kept.In her mind 
memories drift in and out.She listens now to someone else’s shouts…


 


 …A winged figure stands alone,watching his love in a pain of her own…


 


 …The pain of seeing and knowing.The years of heartache are showing.The lines etched in 
her face are deep,and her violet eyes are troubles keep…


 


 …But the fire burns within her still.It gives her hope and strengthens her will…


 


 …She prefers to be alone these days,secluded in her forest maze.The visions aren’t so bad 
out here.The silence helps to keep her mind clear.
But there is one thing she doesn’t understand.Why the visions don’t come with the strange 
meloncholy man?A striking figure who moves with grace,always a sad smile upon his face.
He visits her sometimes at night.Then disappears as if he took flight.But she doesn’t question 
where he’s from.She tends to feel lighter when he comes.
A little of the burden is lifted.He says she’s not cursed but gifted.He seems to feel her pain as 
if it were his own.A kindred spirit,maybe,perhaps she’s not alone.

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Smoking Shakespeare

The smoke from my cigarette
drifts in a lazy curl,
Shapes start to appear
as I watch it rise and unfurl,
Look,a stallion
racing towards the sun,
And there, a noble knight
meeting his maiden won,
There’s a dancer twirling
on her toes,
as the tip of my cigarette
burns and glows,
I watch the characters
as if on a stage,
acting out a Shakespearean page,
Look,there’s Proteus
and Ophelia ,too,
And poor Othello,
deceived and fooled,
I watch as puck
bespells the wrong eyes,
And the Fairy Queen
with a jackass lies,
It’s like a dream
upon a midsummer’s night,
There’s Hamlet,
Juliet,
And my favorite,
‘Twelfth Night’


Then the players bow out
as my cigarette burns down
And I return to reality
with a smile and a frown…

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Come,Sweet Prince

Come,slake your thirst,
                            For I am the chalice from which you drink each night.
                                   I burn through your body like liquid fire,
                                           Travelling its fated course.

                                            Come,slake your hunger,
                                  For I am the delicacy set atop your table.
                                          A pearl upon its oyster bed,
                            Awaiting the ultimate discovery of being plucked-

                                      Yet ,stay your hand ,sweet prince,
                                        For I shall be savoured as such.

                                            Come,rest your tired bones,
                              For I am the feathered pillow beneath your head.
                      I am the satin sheets that slide against your skin each night
                        Caressing your every inch, stimulating your every nerve,

                                            Come,awake sweet prince,
                           For I am the ray of light that shines across your face.
                                      And every path your foot shall take,
                                                 Will be illuminated.

                                            So Come,sweet prince,
                                         For you shall never stumble.

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A Walk Into the Sun

Aimlessly spinning,


Need a place to center,


A continuous obsession,


Only one thing will content her,


Systematic searching,


Doesn’t seem to be working,


She only finds static,


And her life becomes erratic,


Her world begins to crumble,


And through this maze she stumbles,


Into the wrong hands,


She blindly turns,


Torn again,


When will she learn?


So many times her hearts been slain,


The only thing constant in her life is pain,


Now which way will she turn?


Will she once again be burned?


Will she chance the great unknown?


Or be content to be alone?


Then, disillusioned,she walks straight into the sun,thinking it’s the moon,


And she screams, and she cries, that she knows ,love is coming soon.

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Terminal Girl

Violet eyes


Full of sadness


Tears she cries


On the verge of madness


Her auburn hair


In disarray


She only wants


To find the way


The sun is too bright


Darkness her friend


She sits and she wonders


When is the end


The circles under her eyes


Tell of her sorrow


And she wonders if she wants…


Another tomorrow.

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Ride the Night

A spiritual connection
that crosses all divides,
A light that shines in every corner
where every shadow hides,
A dream that’s shared 
by kindred souls
and felt by phantom hands,
A lover known,
but not yet met,
far off in distant lands,
A wealth of knowledge 
in just one look,
if only I could see,
My saving grace 
who slays the dragon
and rides the night with me.

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Mummy

Tears sting my eyes
as upon my cheeks they fall
Wrenching and ripping 
is my heart 
as i hear your spirit call
Pounding bare 
fast on concrete
Peeling and scraping 
the skin off my feet
I enter the woods
branches scratch at my face
The red blood runs
but i keep up the pace
Clothes are all torn
battered and bloody
I found you the same 
tore up and muddy
You were not breathing
when i knelt at your side
I cried out your name
I thought you had died
You coughed up some blood
when i pressed on your tummy
then you looked at me 
and smiled and said,
‘You made it mummy’

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Silent Assassin

The cold seeps in.


The silent asssassin.


He’s the chill that goes straight to the bone.


Winter.


That’s when the assassin strikes.


Boaring down a path.


Animals hide.Plants die.


And the rest of us flee inside.


Escaping that wintery assassin,


Who was sent to collect his bounty.


He found his loot ,


On a blistery  day,


And took from me my heart.


Then he returned on his endless flight,


And took his fill again.


I have lost to this silent asssassin,


Who comes with winter’s light.


I wonder when he comes again,


If I’ll be in his sights.

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No Houdini

Locked in a straight jacket,
Struggling to break free,
I have no escape route,
No magicians key,
Bound by the trappings,
Of life's locks and chains,
On the verge of breaking,
Trying to stay sane,
I'll lie here inert,
Maybe stillness is the key,
Perhaps someone will come,
Let me out and set me free,
I have no clever way out,
For I am no Houdini,
I have no great illusions,
I'm right here, why can't you see me.