Whispering Seashells
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Unmet
Come the day of sky fall,Shadows not meant for light,Fade ever gentlyFrom sight. I go now to faceThe music I have played,Knowing loveIs without mercy,Silence without end,And the heart will breakLike the day, From longing.
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Portrait
In the attic, These anglesOf my beautiful portraitAre terrifying, Timeless and unchanging,While I age and deform,With every noble intent,Every virtuous act, I grow weary and wear, Flesh tires and skin sags. These two pictures of me,And these two worlds, Are destined to be one,Without falsehood. The meek shall inherit,The corrupt will steal,And none may be…
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The Lonely People
I am one of the lonely people,Call me Eleanor if you like,I like to ride my bike,But there’s nowhere to go,I’ve been everywhere,Now there’s nowhere to go. Are you one of the lonely people, Praying to a God who isn’t fair, Is it madness up there?Gathering his people,Keeping up his faith,With only a cross atop…
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Monarch
Image credit: Kaitlin Lopez/Department of Entomology from https://today.tamu.edu/2019/11/05/millions-of-monarch-butterflies-killed-on-texas-highways/ It is the world,Not judgement,Let her change the worldMake it in her image,Of her living will,So that you stopMaking the world,Broken like the shell,That crushes what remains,Of your spirit.Time is only undefeated,Because you will not let herFight for you,In your place.We live as human beings,Sexes and genders…
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Crushed
The imagination killer, A real lip filler, A pout with a shout, Stumbling about, Growing flowers for a miller.
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Sass and Bide
The hours tell a familiar story-Of life unfolding without glory.In an order of reality –Pulled from the threads of dreams –And woven together through living –Despite the dead, and the undead. Time resting and time jesting,Patiently and impatiently,The divide is simple, and holy. From the threads of dreams,Comes a hope of waking,To a world illuminated…
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A Castle in My Heart
They come knocking at my door,Suitors and their suits of armour,Empty and void,To charm!As if a spell would do, In the castle I built for me! Only monsters seek the prize,Lovers wish only to play,Swept, as the winds will it, And for the valour of it –Be satisfied. For Love is never singular,But patient and…
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The Tetris Effect
It’s a bad name, a false name,A square plug for a round hole,It’s never going to fit like that.That’s how you break things,Precious things,And fragile things. The inner-eye of the Bene,Has to keep watching,So I will stop now.I can stop. I will stop.Any second. Any minute.Any hour. Any day now.I can stop a bad fit,Can’t…
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Meanies
Never befriend a shopkeeper,Or a preacher or a celebrity.But you can take their goods,Their faith and their words. When North and South meet,And East is stopped by West,Then life may confess,That the distance between,Was madness. . . . . Snippet. (A teeny bonus) “I fell in love with love,Until love fell out of me,”So said…
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A Type of Mania, a Kind of Bliss
I am a lover of hands and horses, Riding the wind like a paintbrush,Allo stocata with a fountain pen,Against tirades of strikes and crumples.To write is to be written – So I write dear love,From love coming true –The wishes within meAre granted within you. Dancing with hollow girls,In imperfect glass slippers,Waiting to feel the…
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From Vashta to Vashta Nerada
I am lost in a forest of strangers,Conversing with the spirits of the wind and trees,Arguing over the rustling of leaves.In deep with these ecclectionaries,Throwing paint with the revolutionaries, Writing in letters and wordily, Plotting a course through the forest in poetry.Through the Dadists, the Surrealists,The Cubists and the Modernists,The selfishness of these brutish moments,Bleeding…
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Strangers, patiently
Starlight is my guide and my heart has flown,Into the embrace of tempers known,Must I catch a star and put it in my pocket,To escape the intensity that beckons me? The journey is endless but the distance none,I have run to the light of my brighter sun,Standing here and waiting with darkness for you,To step…
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a sacrifice requires
A sacrifice requires… Devotion. My trauma is punishing me.. I am not seen.. Even as my reflection looks back at me. There is no one there, No sign of recognition, No sign of life.. Every inappropriation, Wasting me, Without my permission, I was with you to the edge, And as I flew, You fell –
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The Flood
Unfathomed points of starlight,Hidden by the radiance of the solitary sun,In the image of true conviction,Destiny leading blinds you. Yet, star song can still be heard,Calling to you from a sea of dreams,Through the veil of sight and sound,Through storm clouds and thunder – I know one day the sky will break,The rain fall and…
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The light that wakes me
The light that wakes me,Taunts with florid horns,Dreams of childlike innocence,But loveless is the dawn – Night’s avowed refugees,Washed up shadows spurn,Tides possessing rightly,These affections unreturned. A play of lies engrossing,Thieves that knowest me not,Consorts of the emptiness,The loves that life forgot. Solemnity is not my maker,Etching malevolent words –My underwriter is hope, Reborn with…
A Fantazien Window 