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What is reality?
Your reality is not mine.
I saw the leaves you saw the trees
bound by a state of personal theories.

The ground is hard
can you disagree?
Of course     why not
you sink in the sand.

The sky is red
I painted the clouds blue,
crazy or delusional
spare me your conclusions.

the skies the limit–
whoever said that forgot to breathe
or dreamed like a madwoman
eating dust as if sugar.

II

I trace the seams of an old dress,
sad thing, a wash towel now,
only yesterday I wore it for men
Ha, they thought it was a towel!

The state I’m in does not listen
your rubbish remind me of moldy bread,
I could eat you and never understand
why you never said “hello.”

Have you gone bonkers?
I sure haven’t,
I throw spoons at blank walls,
better than a fearful old goon.

I crash into mailboxes
set wrappers on fire
you look as if I’m insane,
but hush, I’m more real than you.

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I always took the highway
never a second thought to Love,
Time never considered confusion a reason,
the world never yields.

Don’t bother me with flying red capes,
I have no interest in vexing bulls,
already they charge as if tomorrow
they will die alone.

I press the seeds to sleep,
water, light, what else to give?
cause I will not give my kiss,
grow it may or cease.

Your way gives me arrhythmia,
Doctor’s orders are clear:
depart or I will perish,
one of us must go.

There is a line in my life,
with many points of interest,
foolish Love, to think you’re one of them
has me howling with glee.

Scoot! sit, good boy, now stay,
I’ll tell you a secret even birds don’t know,
the highway never lasted for long, when
every morning it was kissed by the sun.

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I stepped out of a meeting feeling
like a wingless bird,
I left my wings by the door
and never saw them out.
boundaries turn to edges,
I tilt and pebbles scamper
down uncharted chute,
left speechless frozen soul.
Faced with unwanted recognition,
I peer behind me twice,
as if a shadow of my choices will
muddle my footsteps.
Unforgiving blindness yet
I refuse the light,
to crawl around in murky darkness,
surely a reward in place.
I ponder where my hands are,
barely are they there,
my feet behind already lost,
no heart is needed here.

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We were bound by one common theme: Struggle
by nature, both rough unpolished stones,
Time and reality are allies,
they build upon broken steps    and they break again,
Have I broken too–
on my way down nonexistence.

Strange, if not fated, I’ve been torn,
Separated, I face the offspring of madness,
Her face, body,     soul,
I know her well:
little fox hidden under bushes,
the world scorns her,
cleverness a threat to them.

I scorn them back

Together, one after another,
I’ve learned to hate,
she learned to love,
If it be a friendship    or illegal affair,
then there is no glue,
no cure,
for this     separate
Entity.

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II.
And the bird sings “chirp”
Waves of petals unfold notes
Sweetest elixir

III.
Have you dreamt many nights,
blue roses and turquiose seas?
Have you slept in purple bubbles,
Drifted on cool autumn air?

Do you remember the river,
where fishermen fished
pale see-through creatures,
small eyes like pearls?

Each one bears a hidden dream,
Which the stronger, at the end,
White wings will sprout and spread,
the dream will then fully bloom.

Do you remember when you dreamed to dream?
Believed and hoped the greatest feats–
untainted by the strongest fears–
Or have you been eaten too by the world?

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I.

Through the waterfall,
pass moss-ridden rocks,
caves lined with golden light,
Bridge up ahead.

Stone stairs down, down
the mountain side,
Silver-dressed warriors,
Silver-sashed manes.

A thin river slithers,
kisses layered rocks,
On top—bright lit,
Sail-like buildings glow.

Blood orange sky,
Taupe-colored clouds,
Hang silent, untouched,
Spellbind land.

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Youth & Love (35)

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Shakespeare–
What love can a
not-quite-fourteen
fathom?
Why such passion?
Is there depth–
Tell me Romeo,
was there depth
in your heart
When love you swore
to fair Juliet.

Shakespeare–
Did you give them depth?
or was it lust–
Fantasy?
Or was it a game
played by words,
Shaped by hearts,
unleashed–
A tide of careless thoughts?

Juliet
Fair lady fair,
If by “lady” one means
Miss,
or even something
much smaller than this.
Was it your age?
Was your life–
so confined by father’s name–
that set your heart ablaze
by one boy’s glance?

What love can one
so young of age
fathom   hold,
Shakespeare you are
much too bold,
You knew
they would drown
in Love’s
Tidal pool.

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