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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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tat graphic

There’s an I inside this shell.

the whip that rips stars from night
the knife that peels bark from trees

It can’t touch me,
It can’t see me,

they can’t smell me–
I have no sweat.

protected by a myelin sheath,
nerves heightened
I feel adrenaline
pumping,
rushing,

breaking

Their weather rains and hails,
I reject–
Gloom never suited me,
bring me sunshine!
light!
have I ever frowned upon you,
your sacrilege
merge
with the piety of

Self

Will you course through me?
lose to a defiant frame?

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I saw a red ladybug
plucked it off my skin,
looked down and saw another one
plucked it off again.
But this one wouldn’t go,
clung tightly to my skin,
I saw its little eyes,
stare right into my fear.

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train graphic

A mountain–ice-capped
snowstorm heavy,
We buzzed through on a empty train.
Turbulence,     constant
eery atmosphere,
peace in a holding cell.

We gripped our beds,
the white world shook,
we listened for the sound of life,
No footsteps      nothing,
alone on a journey–
a self-driven train.

Then came marshes, slimy and dank,
green rubbish, putrid
What lurks beneath ignites our fear,
Tall grass      endless horizon
I feel myself falling–
and clench my bed again.

Suddenly–ice–everywhere,
a virus cascading,
walls, floor, a sweep of frozen paint,
Our breath      cut off,
enclosed tighter and tighter,
desperation breaks.

I run for a door above,
they see and follow,
with bare hands pulled away the ice,
Opens       a pair of feet,
I scream, they pull me up,
where was I now?

A second-story to my surprise,
clean red seats,
voices–more people–where were they before?
warm      secured,
I confront the new faces–
All my family there.

I wake confused and dazed,
daylight already,
What an odd little dream–
a journey of weirdest fantasy,
Unsatisfied I close my eyes,
alas, the train was gone.

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bride graphic

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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My city,
my heart,
my blood,
Your name
forever mine.
Your breath–
sometimes sweet,
sometimes sharp–
pungent to my soul.
The sound of streets–
lit in the shadow of trees–
hum of late-night walkers,
wooden carts,
Bargains in the making,
Temptation for my soul.

My city,
I see
skyscrapers up high,
Towers of dreams,
wishes good night.
Night is on fire,
Life burns the match,
Smoke upon air
River of wisps–
beautiful scent,
beautiful bosom,
Land of my mother,
Land of my father,
My city,
my heart,
my blood.

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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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