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Do you hear the wind outside?
It knows my heart–
the way it swings like a pendulum
side to side,
eventually breaks a branch
smothers the ground.

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Where is here?

Park empty
swings swinging
red bench aching for warmth
have they forgotten the weeds
unattended near hastily placed
stones?

Engines pass
kicking up dust
catching an unaware eye,
house curtains closed,
who among the living lives
by choice–
through existence,
through every thumping beat?

Here the trees
grow ignored,
here the swings sit empty
as Life spent cocooned
unexamined, unsatisfied
alone,
withdrawal from the world.

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I follow where the liquid falls
consumed by aching fire
bled dry I kneel before past eminence
how low the mighty falls–
I heed–
quiet resignation,
I slump on my throne.

And never once did they warn,
channels clogged and jammed together,
the misery of decreased appetite,
wretched servant of enterprise–
alas, the result–
backward steps,
did I expect too much from me?

I kiss where weeds have been pulled,
I flourished where you died,
but now the soil sinks into my flesh,
paint my future black,
oh, the hatred,
has me spitting,
the terror of starving pride

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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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Twenty-three stories
Flock of birds across the sky
Clouds Of brown feathers

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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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