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Kaleidoscope

Downtown: Asphalt, iron, glass. Lines and angles capturing Movements of curvy, soft flesh All about. People coming, going, Adjacent to anchored structures. Reflections everywhere, everyone Cloned. Colors and shapes exist In triplicate. Turning, maneuvering, Blending, layering, blurring patterns Of a … Continue reading

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On The Cusp

The light emitted before me strengthens as it pulls the darkness close. I stand at the cusp where the rivals meet. Black and white. I’m suffocating as the rays silhouette my frame and darkness presses against me. Without warning, I’m … Continue reading

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You Damned Pessimist

You could not have creases on your chest from the weight of hope, softness in your voice from the whispers of prayer, gems in your soul from the depth of feeling, beams in your eyes from the light of right, … Continue reading

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We Invited Death To Come Along

Aye, we invited Death to come along. Like a crow flying among nightingales, After a few swallows, he sang our song. Counting down bottles and whispering hails, Seated at tables, persuading the scheme. He said, “Fear me not, I do … Continue reading

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Let Me Write

Do not hound me when I’m preoccupiedOf tasks I must complete before I go,Although there are moments I laugh inside. Of shopping for food and gassing the ride,Or picking the flannel to scare the crow,Do not hound me when I’m … Continue reading

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The Promised Land

Where I stand Is here and now By trees still green ‘Neath stormy skies With hearts of peace Near minds of war In a cyber world On a crowded street In a frame of mind Of a changing time. Where … Continue reading

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Inside Looking Out

Though what you possess is not much To many looking. Knowing not Of those blessed by your special touch. Though what you possess, is not much For a world left better by such A soul whose goodness seems like naught. … Continue reading

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