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the giant RABBIT stood staring at my shoes (of
all things) . I cleared me voice, “Hello mister GIANT
rabbit…” its whiskers twitching.
The air was thicker than gossamer and a faint hint
of ethereal music over the hills, over the clouds and
the tears of my delight.
Finally (as I was holding my own breath) the giant RABBIT
spoke:
“Do you like celery?” without hesitation i said,
“Yes oh yes, of course!” I followed and eventually
ate many acres of not just celery but carrot.”
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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|| send me to oblivion where the soul never begs — ‘sometimes’ is always
winning over ‘always’ even though (mostly) things of great concern are
never present / living on the outside but dying on the inside \ i climb
upon my silver cord and find a place to hide ||
seasons are nature’s Living Kaleidoscope
the colors absorb the shadows
:: 02.04.2020 ::
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A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.
AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.
And Poets never grow up
WE GROW BIG ROOMS.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
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AS they fall
gently fall
From high tree
to ground
are dreams
as leaves
A season
to believe
The world!
a carnival
As we upon
a carousel
We dream upon
a merry-go-round!
:: 01-17-2018 ::
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i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
crawling ashore
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.
:: 12172015 ::
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Too long I’ve lived
Too much I’ve seen
Too brief my love
Too little by seam
That moments alone
seem eternal by soul
And witness, my heart
Too brief my love,
this dream called Life
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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SUCH a surprise
that time brings
a larger span
of knowing
by existing
and living
That life at youth
— bitter sweet
but upon the bed
of death
— sweetly bitter
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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I PLUNDERED
the passion of youth
and have spent
the treasure of life
upon a whim
all this and more
in denial of mortality
— yes in youth
and now faced with mortality
— the fire of burning time
I laugh at the folly
of this system
to fear an end
is to deny
a new beginning!
::01-07-2014::
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AND so blew in the winds across
the barren lands of vast disillusion
and into the window of your mind…
The canary called by a song as you fell
upon the space across a cliff
and down you spread
– crying-hope –
within your arms bitter-taste despair
by salt-pain bearing enduring – not sparing
fearing the loss of love
::01/02/2014::
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AND WHERE does that moment flee
to me i clearly can see —
it is always hidden within me
behind the walls of my fortress
beyond the moat of my castle
it shines within concealed darkness
And when i see such beauty in life
the bird within her nest singing
slumbering giants of white floating…
then i know clearly i see
that love and life exist
but protect i must from me
— // —
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