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With harvest moon comes bloated joy
Contentment on its highest peak,
My basket full of ripened dreams
Of desires picked and trees stripped bare.

When come the full moon night,
barren trees and worn out dreams
The basket lighter than the wind,
Empty but filled with anxious want.

With new seeds contentment dies
burns a hole in wooden weave,
Weight of unheeded prayers
Leaves behind a desperate stench.

Forgotten are the good and fulfilled,
I launch onto another road,
In shoes made from leftover gold,
Winter gone and Spring arrives.

With grass moon comes bloated joy
Contentment on its highest peak,
My basket full of ripened dreams
Of desires picked and trees stripped bare.

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P graphic

I waited for Patience…
how silly is that?

the wolf howled all night
and the moon never came down,
not a single kiss did the prince steal
the princess stayed asleep.

How long is too long,
I ask the trees
if Fall never came again,
would you miss the curve of leaves–
the soft touch of gradual death–
do you accept the end when only
a full revival assured?

I’ve been walking the same road,
met Patience many times,
sometimes wishing she’d go away
and let me die
a thousand times,
and feel
a thousand times more.

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Weary stranger,
among the dead,
behold red roses,
she cannot smell.
Night approaches,
shadows move
upon moonlight
white dress and veil.
What is that noise?
that beautiful song,
mournful and dark,
behind those willow trees.
Leaves like tears
drape down her shoulder,
Haunted being,
will you stay awhile?

You look like someone
I knew in life,
kidnapped by fate,
betrayed by love.
What have you there?
Red roses too?
“Come” she says,
he comes to her.

Clouds sweep over,
the stars hide in vain,
a man’s scream unheard,
dead among the thorns.

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Windows against a black canvas,
Like blue stars–
Man-made–
Upon a sea of air.

Twinkles lamps with flourescent bulbs,
Light of night,
Against all odds,
Breaks the torpid sky.

Silver metal upon new-made tracks,
Like birds, glide
Race with wind,
Driven by every unseen goals.

When did the feared become the prey
When night, forsaken,
won counterfeit light…

The Moon is past it’s due

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