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He is the ghoul in their heroic shadows A changeling, skulking Through the treacherous bends Of a concrete maze – He is a sign of the times In his woolen black armor, Speaking in riddles When his mind is afire – He is trouble leering back Past their sequined layers, Through the balmy colors…
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Long walks through the morning frost Sit heavy in my stomach As time marches me away From the safety of solitude – Another week turns In the pitch-black stillness As I wait to be inhaled By the oblivion I’ve designed – To live a life filled with greeting And grieving and groveling, Looming larger and…
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Falling out of the morning’s rhythm With a childhood of burdens Tied around my waist As it screams to its demise – My limbs go slack During the steep decline, As a healing mantra blooms Over the desert swathe within me – Falling out of the noise Into a nourishing silence, The heavy past slides…
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Trapped Under January’s cold dead weight I’m alive, in defiance Still afire With love and laughter passed by – In spite of the frozen void Stretching over my mind, The slow creeping devastation Of its crushing solitude – But how can I budge free From this ghost-white reverie And ebb away to be received By…
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There’s motion in the ice Crumbling to a collective rush, Charging out to sea With years of walled-away rage – The river overflows Out of its mountain prison, Sending the walls crashing down Into a riverbed of skeletons – Replenishing the valleys On its homeward voyage Giving back what’s been stalled In the snow for…
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Each year I’m like a sinking stone Among a swell of misdeeds, Weighted with exhaustion As the nightmare’s climb – Cast aside on warm sands To begin again To be claimed by the vines Of the preying unknown – Until the bountiful sea Simmers green with envy, Drawing me into the con Of its calm…
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Words seldom dare to take flight, On the wings of my voice, They hide away in notebooks Echoing in the shadows – In the quiet they thrive With brave and bright colors Reclaiming the years Swallowed whole by sorrow – I sing them out loud In the encircling storms, In the dry and brown swathes…
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The lights of December Hold a strange and dismal glow, As the year’s few survivors Recall the loved and lost – Their colorful nights Ebb and flow into the gutters With the late autumn rain As their cold, grim guide – Warm hearts and full stomachs Wrestle with their bitter grief, For the busy lives…
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Gently The perfumed shroud Of a teenage memory Drifts into mind To consume my tomorrows – Those years only beam Even warmer and brighter The further I trail Into the snarling present – Yet I know to let them pass To wait out their illusion As the choruses of sirens Ring out their sweet lies …
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Holding on To a delicate piece Of the pale blue morning, As the world’s music stirs And a new tempo rises – As the dawn drifts away With its cooling shroud, Giving way to the search lights In the wired eyes of kin – They’ll stride single file Over the day’s blank slate, The…
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