ALL the world is S T R A N G E
and if you take a LIFE it will
be your own ~
watching burning
angels falling from high
//All your life you’ve
armed yourself
\ \ and no other can deny
all of the ghosts
and dead lovers who follow
you AND when you think you’ve won
the game played wasn’t life — the
game played was a cerebral death
AND LAY ME TO REST
(love betrays you)
this pure heart! ~ all within the palm
of several thousand days gone by!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
WHEN you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking
inside of you?
It’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of an Anchor-stone
I can only ask because i know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below
the resting bed
until one day i arose
up into the sun
when i awaken
that’s where I’ll go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
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