Monthly Archives: November 2019

I Am Gentle

I am gentle while you are wild. You injure me in my waking hours. The moon can’t hide my outrage and nightmares. No medicine can cure a wrecked ship.   2019

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Midnight

Everybody sleeps, you and I are wide awake. Making these hours special as we wait for the dawn. Our toes are sharing the friction while the dust on air spell the letters of love. Rush in a matter of surprise, … Continue reading

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The Layers

Layers at home,they’re upgrading, increasing. From down, there’s pain going through. At a time when hearts are at worst, nights become less and the beds are empty. The wheels don’t stop turning. Energies keep on burning. Failures don’t stop them … Continue reading

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Autumn

Here we sit at the nearby fireplace. Warming ourselves and with two or more rapid stories. Our figures of speech and idiomatic expressions are random. We hire the crickets to break our noise late at night. Suspicious, our discreet dilemma … Continue reading

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old, warm summer

dandelions are better than gossips. where is my old, warm summer? the streams are drying, no more rain. i linger in my heavenly dreams, laughing and free.   2019

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Golden

Yesterday has a picture of us. Tolerance is green as a grass. Dreadful, we avoided their lust. Falling at the feet of a perfect vast.   2019

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Underground

Blood abused. Noise subdued. The alligators are free. Villains can flee. There’s a tragedy impending. Maze and labyrinth are perplexing. Your journey is confusing. The night is tormenting.   2019

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the shift

i tied the devil to a tree. summoned the starfish from the sea. the shift‘s a sweet success. i laid myself at mortal’s rest.   2019

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A Splinter Of Metaphor

The door is half-opened. Light from the ceiling Wanders on the floor. I can see a shadow moving Slowly like a crawling giant Entity, incognito and unidentified. I’m perplexed at the Unknown force, traversing in my thoughts. Astonished at the … Continue reading

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And Breaking

There’s a picture of sadness. Desiring not to be haunted by eyes. Wishing to be buried deeper in the ground. You wake up one morning, feeling different. Like a yesterday has been erased from A memory sharper than a double-edged … Continue reading

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