Sunday, July 24, 2016

Some things are forever


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You’ve shown me to fly,
I followed without reservation,
entered with you into the grounds
retained for rapture and devastation.
Unable, unwilling, to leave this park,
you fed me with your possession.

It’s cold now we don’t fly,
the howling wind my sorrowed call,
ice slices through where
your presence’s been withdrawn,
my hunger, this need, unsated, remains,
your claim on me, forgone.












Thursday, July 21, 2016

In the Land of Dreams



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In the land of dreams
exists a time,
made from purest bliss
of both body and mind.

All too vividly you are shown,
the now, through the wonder of a child,
touched by an awakened consciousness
it exposes truths from lies,
subjugated to the deepest possession of your flesh,
thus ingrained in your being till the day you die.

Just a few ever get to have it all.




Tuesday, July 19, 2016

ADD overdrive!!!





I want to observe,
you like to be observed,
I crave the anonymity granted a stranger,
you thrive when your presence is acknowledged,
being a part of, escapes my desires,
you slide past strangers, turn them into names.


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When you capture my attention, be warned I’ll lift you high,
higher than you’ve ever felt,
I’ll stretch your depth and your limit,
I’ll tie you down with ropes of fire,
I’ll burn you if you do not know when to tell me it’s time to stop…



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I hold my breath
slowly expend
the number of breaths
I am meant to breathe









Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Want to try?




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Awareness flows in a rush
an indisputable might
grabs your hand without permission
ideas stream forth through your lips
the verve and decisiveness of your footsteps
echo in the ears of those not swift enough to follow.
Exhilarating, this free-falling, you should try it some time.




Monday, July 11, 2016

Reflections



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It’s quiet now,
time seems to have slowed,
become soft in light, its touch,
in the passing of a silent, cold night.
Its breath of icy clarity reveals a vista,
unravels before you as the rays of dawn,
smoothing creases in its singular able way,
lets the light warm your frozen bones.















Thursday, July 7, 2016

A Perfect Release




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How can I explain the compulsion, the drive,
the absolute must, to get out, bow out,
hand back, absolve myself of responsibility
and disappear into nothing, in no-where-land,
remove myself out of past, present and future,
from anything and everything that is,
from any evolvement hereon after,
become untraceable, a forgotten illusion,
and I pray, I too, may forget.










Tuesday, July 5, 2016

The River




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There’s a flood pow’ring through me
filled with ice and obstructions unseen,
perplexing disclosures, dumbfounding twists,
a threatening force from fount unnamed,
surging without hesitation, without wavering in depth.

Was it I who opened the sluice-gates
with the password spelled by every step I’ve taken,
response I've made, belief and falsehoods proclaimed,
by every influence from which I grew,
by every sense I evoke in you…







Monday, June 27, 2016

Where is the line?



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 Where is the line?

When does fighting for your dream
become a self-defeating quest?
When do obstacles become signs
intended for you to regard,
when is it merely
a test of determination.

Would the end be the same,
whether forced or allowed to flow
to its fated conclusion?
Would it differ?
Other than the acquisition of a shadowing darkness,
the consequence of possession,
other than having stolen the pleasure gifted,
for you to’ve derived from it, given time?

?