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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Moments
I count these moments in between
our few, fleeting encounters
And they are so achingly long.
Endless hours of time to think about how best
to grasp this situation
and make it matter.
Make it count.
The moment comes, and suddenly
I am nonchalant-
Aloof!
A fucking fool-parody-joke.
Showing the opposite of what my heart desires.
Damn.
God Fucking Damn.
Trapped inside of these moments.
Knowing that in between,
I. can. not.
see you.
Will not-
get to hear your voice- share your smile
for another...
our few, fleeting encounters
And they are so achingly long.
Endless hours of time to think about how best
to grasp this situation
and make it matter.
Make it count.
The moment comes, and suddenly
I am nonchalant-
Aloof!
A fucking fool-parody-joke.
Showing the opposite of what my heart desires.
Damn.
God Fucking Damn.
Trapped inside of these moments.
Knowing that in between,
I. can. not.
see you.
Will not-
get to hear your voice- share your smile
for another...
#crush
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Tuesday morning sacrifice
Only one fish left
The tiniest,least interesting,
Guppy of a fish
Turns out this so called non-violent
Community fish
Has an attitude problem
And packs quite a wallop
Zinging in to nose-poke the larger,
Unfortunately slower co-inhabitants.
Bee line for the eyes every time
Constant, unending torture
A bully day in and day out.
Until they float ghost like along the bottom
Upside down and sideways
Swaying their macabre death dance
A mass murder crime scene
In full on illuminated display
Right in my living room
Just this...
The tiniest,least interesting,
Guppy of a fish
Turns out this so called non-violent
Community fish
Has an attitude problem
And packs quite a wallop
Zinging in to nose-poke the larger,
Unfortunately slower co-inhabitants.
Bee line for the eyes every time
Constant, unending torture
A bully day in and day out.
Until they float ghost like along the bottom
Upside down and sideways
Swaying their macabre death dance
A mass murder crime scene
In full on illuminated display
Right in my living room
Just this...
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spring love
There is A storm at my door.
The wild birds have brought it
Swirling in on a single-brained bird cloud
Migrating from the North
East, and from a slow
Winters death
Flood the front yards magnolia
flow onto my walkways
Alight upon the front porch stoop
Witness me
Witnessing you
Till the wonderment overwhelms
and your white down feathers break
through the spaces between
my slack screen door
At least
For a moment there
We truly connected.
The wild birds have brought it
Swirling in on a single-brained bird cloud
Migrating from the North
East, and from a slow
Winters death
Flood the front yards magnolia
flow onto my walkways
Alight upon the front porch stoop
Witness me
Witnessing you
Till the wonderment overwhelms
and your white down feathers break
through the spaces between
my slack screen door
At least
For a moment there
We truly connected.
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Heels over....
I yearn to tell a lie
It just isn't as easy as all that
Because I want to make myself believe
Make a reality out of nothing real
Failure burns away under the surface
No
Destruction isn't my game
and I suppose that means that
This girl, at least
Can't play it in your name
Quiver away on the edge of defiance
Sweet, pitiful soul of truth
Shine with your terrible light of certainty
Yet marvel at the sacrifice you have given
For your soul will burn at both ends
And sometimes
The pain of shame will...
It just isn't as easy as all that
Because I want to make myself believe
Make a reality out of nothing real
Failure burns away under the surface
No
Destruction isn't my game
and I suppose that means that
This girl, at least
Can't play it in your name
Quiver away on the edge of defiance
Sweet, pitiful soul of truth
Shine with your terrible light of certainty
Yet marvel at the sacrifice you have given
For your soul will burn at both ends
And sometimes
The pain of shame will...
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Adrift
Never really gave much thought to the term
"hope floats."
Yet as it comes to mind now, there is a clarity
of new understanding
and I'm almost surprised at the force of it
How voracious the appetite for hope to stay alive
Despite all reasonable dissuasion.
A bunch of hot air
Just forcing itself
Up! Up! Up!
Showing not a hint of concern
for the heavy weight
of reality.
Hope floats
and this one is eager
to reach those fiery
distant shores
"hope floats."
Yet as it comes to mind now, there is a clarity
of new understanding
and I'm almost surprised at the force of it
How voracious the appetite for hope to stay alive
Despite all reasonable dissuasion.
A bunch of hot air
Just forcing itself
Up! Up! Up!
Showing not a hint of concern
for the heavy weight
of reality.
Hope floats
and this one is eager
to reach those fiery
distant shores
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Hollow
He treats me like an angel
He adores
My words
My actions
My sleep and awake
He worships my grace
While embracing my flaws
He fashions me perfectly
Into something I am not
God help me
I feel dead in his arms
He adores
My words
My actions
My sleep and awake
He worships my grace
While embracing my flaws
He fashions me perfectly
Into something I am not
God help me
I feel dead in his arms
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fertilising futility
Can't seem to get it right
It's further from grasp
with every new effort
So
I give up
Why try to attain anything ?
May as well give this "living in the moment"
craze that seems to have swept everyone into
their higher senses
a decent go
I suppose I could learn something new
Let's not forget being grateful
After all
Who wouldn't want
all that I already have?
Right then
So I shall continue to allow
(as if Ihad a choice)
the unattainable to stay in its place
of high airs and snootery
...
It's further from grasp
with every new effort
So
I give up
Why try to attain anything ?
May as well give this "living in the moment"
craze that seems to have swept everyone into
their higher senses
a decent go
I suppose I could learn something new
Let's not forget being grateful
After all
Who wouldn't want
all that I already have?
Right then
So I shall continue to allow
(as if Ihad a choice)
the unattainable to stay in its place
of high airs and snootery
...
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devoured
Time rolled
over the edge of an era
An ancient eye found itself
tied to ancient bones
Light dwindles faster
than the pace of ticking hands
Settling the goose flesh
and lulling the Maenad to sleep
Horrible truth plays a stranger
Though you would too
if most of the world despised to know your face
and the sinking sinks
a little harder
to keep from slowing down
You've gotten a good look
at your next hand
So find the line
Find the row
Pray you play them well
over the edge of an era
An ancient eye found itself
tied to ancient bones
Light dwindles faster
than the pace of ticking hands
Settling the goose flesh
and lulling the Maenad to sleep
Horrible truth plays a stranger
Though you would too
if most of the world despised to know your face
and the sinking sinks
a little harder
to keep from slowing down
You've gotten a good look
at your next hand
So find the line
Find the row
Pray you play them well
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Wind whips in stereo
Winter weary
Heavy headed from fatigued boredom
The clouds don't know when to let up
Dawn must come soon
Shine with bladed rays
and slaughter the ice wolves
of night
Heated stench of black blood
warms into the earth
Tomorrow
knows the whispers and happy sighs of
the ancient trees
These wind whips have nearly reached exhausted peace
Heavy headed from fatigued boredom
The clouds don't know when to let up
Dawn must come soon
Shine with bladed rays
and slaughter the ice wolves
of night
Heated stench of black blood
warms into the earth
Tomorrow
knows the whispers and happy sighs of
the ancient trees
These wind whips have nearly reached exhausted peace
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In the air
Meditate on possibilities
Sensing that which remains intangible
Floating in the spaces around
and between us
Dark kind of magic
Heavy like a premonition
No mind
Full on sensation
Swelling tides bringing inevitable
beginnings
Shattering changes
Necessary life forces
Happening
Dance in it fully
Be it completely
No mind
Slow
Steady
Free
Sensing that which remains intangible
Floating in the spaces around
and between us
Dark kind of magic
Heavy like a premonition
No mind
Full on sensation
Swelling tides bringing inevitable
beginnings
Shattering changes
Necessary life forces
Happening
Dance in it fully
Be it completely
No mind
Slow
Steady
Free
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lovingly lie
Trinity, plentity, sinnity, sigh
Reckon to beckon to love for a high
Rope in the hope again
Spike in your eye Till you
Pull it out
Dance about
Shattering lies
Repressing, distressing, undressing you foes
Slither, slip-slippity stepping on toes
... Whither come-hithering
Fall on your nose With the
fragile, soft, delicate
Grace of a rose
Randomly, Handsomely, Shamsomely come
Riddle your fiddle, soft spice in the rum
Tall glasses surpasses
High reasoning sums While our
grinning spin-spinning
Lands us hard ...
Reckon to beckon to love for a high
Rope in the hope again
Spike in your eye Till you
Pull it out
Dance about
Shattering lies
Repressing, distressing, undressing you foes
Slither, slip-slippity stepping on toes
... Whither come-hithering
Fall on your nose With the
fragile, soft, delicate
Grace of a rose
Randomly, Handsomely, Shamsomely come
Riddle your fiddle, soft spice in the rum
Tall glasses surpasses
High reasoning sums While our
grinning spin-spinning
Lands us hard ...
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Days like this
It pains my consciousness
knowing that all of the darkness
seen through these bleak, bleary eyes
(as evil piles upon unfairness)
is only a reflection
of my own overgrown shadow.
Sometimes, on days like today
It is far too much to ask
to start from within
and change myself from a
grumbling grouch
to a bright, smiling, thakgodtobealive
shining soul.
Too tired to even try
removing myself from the murk of disgust.
When each flight into beauty and light
seems more fleeting every time
and the shallow, asshole fucktards ...
knowing that all of the darkness
seen through these bleak, bleary eyes
(as evil piles upon unfairness)
is only a reflection
of my own overgrown shadow.
Sometimes, on days like today
It is far too much to ask
to start from within
and change myself from a
grumbling grouch
to a bright, smiling, thakgodtobealive
shining soul.
Too tired to even try
removing myself from the murk of disgust.
When each flight into beauty and light
seems more fleeting every time
and the shallow, asshole fucktards ...
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