a photograph, a captured soul
infused emotion cascating on the print
reflecting hurt because change has taken hold
of a shared hivemind,
of what, if, but we 'should have known'
and we are better now, no?
starving for the input to placate the tidal wave
the expectation titan and on the verge of fucking it up.
pride ties close the poison lace
shatter the codename for both our sakes...
is a fool a fool irregardless if eyes prey witness to the state
at which one finds himself out of sorts?
does laughter become the conduit
do those in the know serve as beacon
a safer port, a lighthouse and so much more.
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Winters was a dame of clamor fate
sober stood her in the extinction of spaces
cracks those lost go to be driven
around in merry, in a magnificent ocean of crystal clarity
I felt like an adult once I understood the choice communion relayed
by the lack of timing in words spoken freely, with a pause, that childhood does not permit
marked by the remark that suffering is indeed optional
balanced in the scale of pizza for breakfast and cake for dinner
the sky awash with grey, a pale dirty yellow full moon discreetly illuminates a rare cloud
disguising the fact I am quite frankly at odds with what to write, what to say
so in silence we confide to the page and whenever requested words
we exagerate and blur out avalance for if I am to be swallowed so shall you.
in oblivion we fall apart, out of turn
the blood drumming my temper is out of sync with my pulse
I am out of touch with my own rhythm
my future has spoken and has me by the neck.
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Fall is a lover of fair game
notes the exchange of hands, held together
in frail first love,
it is the hand that reaches out,
for the fallen leaves,
in doubtful unequal prayer,
for those who have gone (ahead):
in furtive capture of necessity,
for want of the same fallen in hard times, harven steel tribulation can only separate
turn the beast inside out: humanity concedes frontier, the cycle breached
sparse light in the divide
how can the tree survive disposed of branches?
how could prey and predator merge in a sickning union of outer madness, coincidence
a dance atop a broken shell, underneath a mountain broken apart just the same
a tale not familiar nor with want of belonging,
a slip of tongue as the weary walker grows faint.
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Maggy
We met twice proper
We were young then
foolish and fleeting love That
naive I accepted guilt but fleeting was a lightness that stung the weight I was to carry
as I lost heart, for I bled and retold the story from the moment I heard your voice
and i understood at once an ocean of familiar homely skinship that i knew was too come
and occur it did as if i had willed it into existance however years ahead, however short and sweet
the third encounter was the change of season, the resolution that snow both softens the margins and conserves what is precious within. expanse and expand, space enough I suppose to grow.
the fourth i denied You for it stunk of Home. it was dole advise and proper at that
from The stories i pass along, the books i circulate amongst acquaintances and friendly strangers
you are still my favorite one, however bittersweet
i shall pay it forward with a gloomy grin
in the venture of another realm of fresh possibilities
universes where I am a stronger lover, a present brother
a better son.
