Aurora

You’re
my early dawn
in the morning.

Miles
ahead are
unknown.

The
repeat of
serendipity is euphoric.

 

2019

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Memories, Drowned In The Sea

Shy ravens in the air.
Quiet confidence speaks like a clanging bell.
Found a homage, this four-leaf clover.
Where grass and fields and the evergreen.
Smell of pines, of Hickory, of softwoods.
The fogs of winter’s dawn prance in tambourine.
Old dirt on the road, the marching funeral.
Death begins a history unknown.
Falling snowflakes, the darling crystals.
Yellow corns are cheery lanterns.
Folktales are told from one mouth to another.
Knights, knives, rough maladies of life.
Evenings hide more secrecy.
Memories, drowned in the sea.

 

2019

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Disintegrated

Our limbs in unison.
In the past. Nineteen months.
Built and tied.
We hurried love.
Disintegrated, fell apart.
We’re swept away by our own waves.
Losing me, losing you.
It’s a death and hell.

 

2019

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The Placebo Effect

In the circle of a circle of a circle.
The layers of each foundation blended.
One breathing particle in too much pain.
All suggested solutions failed.

There’s an upset in every encounter.
A trembling hand, almost a nervous breakdown.
Escaping, hiding, shutting in a quiet, secret room.
Who can see the best version?

Prompted to continue, to walk without harm.
Signing off from the chronic distemper.
Relief has never been this way before.
The recovery room is now too narrow.

Inside the haven, something proves to heal.
Out of the mess, out of the war intended to end.
Thousand demons have found the exit door.
To find oneself in truth is an intervention.

 

2019

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Antique Snakes

Many times.
Your words hit me with a pang.
I’m driven to leave.
To hide under a rug.
This is the normal part of our walk.
We crawl like antique snakes.
We’re too old to argue, too old to fight.
Ended this.
Our mouths salivated with a bowl of Japanese Ramen.

 

2019

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The Sanctuary

Ground of green.
Creek of pristine.
Mounds and mounds in extremes.
Some dragonflies seduce the queen.

The woods are mellow.
Countless flowers in yellow.
There’s a frenzied sound like a violoncello.
Clouds formed the face of Longfellow.

Rhythm of madness is forgotten.
Towards West confines the upland cotton.
Vines of grapes are unrotten.
Perfection is begotten.

 

2019

 

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Dorsey

You hide yourself with a new name.
Longer, black, curly hair with a highlight of gray.
Branded boots, leather coat.
Accent so outlandish.
Like a tone of a Victorian, regal queen.
You departed a life of many beatings.
From a chauvinist home, hostile arms.
To acquire fear is inevitable.
Loathing who caused you pain is a choice.
It’l take time to heal the wounded heart.
A crushed soul, a torn body.
Who wants to live in hell disguised as bliss?
Your escape is freedom.
You find comfort in a strange island.

 

2019

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