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dream graphic

Dried up straps of dreams
Wither again and gone,
Dozens replaced, hundreds escaped
ever a weary pawn.

Sentimental value fades
When comes the aging mind
Tasks ahead before those behind
Fantasies realigned.

Loaded thoughts of wavering doubts
Etches of worrisome words,
Savory bits of sweet night dreams
They’re all but blurred and absurd.

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hand graphic

Dearest,
I’ve dedicated much to you:
loyalty,
honesty,
and love above all,
but those are just words     aren’t they?
Babbles of a love-struck fool
who cannot speak
without stumbling
smile without laughter.

I tell you
you’re still a princess
full of luscious locks–
silver–
but as beautiful       as precious
as a spring bud,
as ripe       as sweet
as when we first spoke,

and I am as in love
with this well-worn face–
if not more–
than all youth combined.

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lshore graphic

Fire-spitting lawyers,
snuff that flame–
the raucous
of all the wrong reasons,
be still, be silent,
court will blow,
and all of humanity
falls and crashes.

Drowned values by the shore,
the sand sweeps you up,
gritty surface,
you never were smooth–
every little bump
a pardon–
worst actions never meant much,
one thread of humanity,
one pure glance      and by that
we resent the circumstance
that placed you in such waters,
as to have you
drowned
in our
hands.

We suffer the inevitable:
confrontation with the soul–
were we ever ready?       good enough?
the mirror either hated,
or liked too much–
Look at us,
severed by the ins and outs
society never gave second chances,
we live as references,
someone, something bound to us
and never were we asked to sign.

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A child’s laugh is
beyond common explanation,
like a breath of air
that never comes back out,
the smell of banana bread
fresh from the warm oven on
days when mother knew
what the spirit needed.

Taintless rapture
of needless restraint
belched out notes,
of saintly love.
I feel faint when I hear
sound of birth so softly sung,
no other than a child’s laugh,
here it was and gone again,
I kiss the sweetened air goodbye.

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craface graphic

There is a certain hatred,
empties the soul,
the most innocent intentions,
depraved mess.
I knew her brown eyes,
how they laughed,
sparkled…
now swollen and bruised.
Dead fish eyes never looked worse,
arms limp, barely swinging,
Bloody rain down her thighs,
air stuffed with family screams.

The Horror! The Image!
Never left me since then,
and     since then
I have failed my soul.
How do I fill it with love?
What love is    left?
My helplessness guts me,
I despise the sidelines:
all its feebleness
thickens the black liquid,
and feeds the hatred,
of one once     pure.

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freed graphic

Come Forth!
Eager
Mind,
Why so     reserved?
Time shows no
Pity,
It ticks and tocks
away.

Well don’t stand there
dumbfounded!
What?
Never seen me before?
I’ve always been
there–
Whispers at night
Dreams of unrest,
Coos of something    missing
from your
sheltered
Life.

They say, “beware!”
“No going back!”
I beg to
differ, if I may.
Only cowards hide
behind barred doors,
Never knowing what is
worse
or better,
A waste of countless
breaths.

Move Forward! I say,
not blindly of course,
You must see
to learn,
Know
to cherish,
Or only the worse
will come
If you cannot
Do not
understand the scale that
inevitably weighs
our
Soul.

Be Brave,
Many have passed:
Went beyond their bubble
Into marked-off
Darkness,
And yet    still
In the end they found
by their own faith,
the true path
Between
Innocence
and
Knowledge.

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