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Blissful Dream

Family gathered from close and far,

Chatting on histories lost and old.

Some members I have never met,

Others simply fled to the bar.

 Eddies bore through the evening cold,

Tugging me toward a forgotten debt

Until She loomed, still at my petite touch.

A mirage or glossy mold?

 Without a shimmering veil set

My hands tighten their clutch

For I have found her soul,

Seven years ago when we met.

 We emptied into the gray

Chasing our shadows in the alleyway.

Spurts and splash of puddles by and by,

Two smiles peeled, wonders in time.

Seeking refuge in solace and peace

Warm whispers found a crease

Tucked beside a crumpled, brick wall.

Downhill we slipped to fall

Caught in the net of our arms.

Silence, Bliss, Charm

Melted the boundaries of the past

Till nothing but us would last

 I woke.

Alone.

Twas only a blissful dream.

--Ty Leech

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Eurydice’s Arrival

Rusted pipes poke through exposed

As its belly has decomposed

Wandering stones and souls

Heaving buckets and bowls

Underneath elbowed drains

That drip out the sane.

 Noot! The elevator has arrived

Is it carrying one or more lives?

What hides behind the mold?

What do the doors behold?

Ah yes, a dazed guest

Soaked in a watery nest.

--Ty Leech

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Count Twice, Stitch Once

Weave the web on life’s loom.

Thread the twine with flower’s bane.

Give it breath until it blooms,

Along the cobble stone of journey’s lane.

 How far shall thee sew?

Between the strings strained low.

For some will crack like whips ablaze,

Curling back the tethered maze.

 Does purpose flow from vine to vine?

Or blow like chimes in the wind?

-          Ty Leech

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Hollow steps echo the night

Hunched by a shovel, so quiet

To another lifeless soul

That he will never know

Chilled pity lingers in his sighs

Exhaled with each plunge.

Let his tool guide you to a world

Away from the barren cold

As our mother bids you sleep

Tucking us beneath her layered sheets.

                                                 --Ty Leech

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Torches

Above us all,

Trees ignite.

When ashes fall,

Note the light.

  Oaks are roaring

Ore the fire,

Elms are moaning

Tone of gyres.

  Blazing torches,

Orange and red.

As it scorches,

Watch it spread.

  Coals are burning

Rings of flame,

We are learning

From its reign.

                     --Ty Leech

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Along the Cliffside

The soil is furrowed

By a spade of sullen knives

Whetted by the wheel of life,

As the timid handle burrows.

Each thread He sewed

Frays under its’ load,

As crumbs of silent pleas

Stream to either side.

Will I fall,

Will I fly,

Above to all.

Below to die.

                   --Ty Leech

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A Tale of Change

Wooden arms reach out to show

Their final greetings ‘till the snow

As amber leaves begin to shine

A final cry before they die

  Each elder tree rejoices fall

To rest their hearts that always calls

Above the squirrels and crawling moss

For golden drops of sunny gloss

  Filtered rays bequeath for cold

Hidden ‘neath that veil of gold

Who glorify forgotten souls

Alone and blessed by bitter tolls

  Their slumber beckons to be told

One ancient tale of life unfolds

About a time that lingers near

Full of prayers, whispered to their ears.

                                                     --Ty Leech

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The Ghost Crab

Small, conical holes puncture the sand.

Littering the beds of mermaids,

Lead to his burrowed land,

Covered beneath a veil of shade.

Grains of stone isolate this home,

Below the world, he sits alone.

  Struggles begin to brew,

Inside his shell carved until hollow,

By the unsettled thoughts that reclude,

Yearning for him to be swallowed.

Denying these internal troubles,

Strikes a war battled by waters.

  Folded limbs try to retain

The ocean’s fading comfort.

Shores crash with numbing pain

Rousing a mist that thwarts.

Too arduous to tame,

Ensuing its reign.

  He flails with the churning war

That dwells within his shell,

Drowning his core,

Desperate to claw from hell.

  Rays beat down the waves.

Filtered light ends the raze.

Angelic souls reach to down to save,

Heaving him from his cave,

Away from the demented waves,

Into the bright of day.

                         --Ty Leech

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Icy Touch

The gentle hiss of winter snow

Blown away by the moaning cold,

That bites the flesh and strikes the bone

As shivers haunt the foe.

  The air thick with unease

Trails the steps of broken crust,

With fingers, tracing its touch

Along the back, of the unknown

  The weeps of covered trees

Beckon to be heard,

For they have told the birds

Who abide the icy purr.

  Their weary cries could not hinder,

The fatal steps that crossed over,

The insidious winter’s fold,

Into a frozen world.

                                       Ty Leech

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Slave of Freedom

Praying amongst the dead

That one does not join them.

One dies in the name of their country.

Lead cannot solve any grudge.

Perhaps the time will come when I am confronting,

The dream that will haunt me.

Captive in a global conflict

Do we stand against those taught as enemies.

Courage comes a long way.

Now drowned in a pool of blood

I have become a Slave of Freedom.

                                                                -Ty Leech

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Proofing + Spoofing = Tri-ing

To aid in finding congruent tri’s,

These steps will discourage your habit of devouring pi.

With three sides together,

Do they form a triangle when tethered.

Another equals two sides and one angle,

Emerges the best triangle to mangle.

Angle including side plus angle,

Gives you an additional triangle to tangle.

Although side and angle make great tools,

You need an extra side to make it cool.

If one’s mind is blank, think of egg and moose;

So you’ll remember leg and hypotenuse.

Wait!!! Angles upon three will spark a failing spree.

And the most memorable is ASS,

The proof that won’t let you pass.

Once you find all the tri’s congruencies

Then you’re allowed to crank up an iPod’s frequency.

                                                                        -Ty Leech

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In My Eyes

Seas no longer inspire,

Stars have ceased their beauty,

Love tears the soul of man.

Has hope died?

Bird’s songs are hushed of comfort,

Sun’s rays have their warmth eclipsed.

My compass will not stop

To inform what direction needed sought.

Yet dreams still continue,

Because of dreams I am still aloft.

And no longer lingering between the forces,

Shared by everything that beholds a pulse.

Confusion paralyzes the foe.

Has hope died?

I am my only enemy.

Friends, arduous to seek,

Constant is the thwarting

Has hope died in my eyes?

                                                            -Ty Leech

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Corpse of Hope

Between the wood and frozen lake,

Lie the most beautiful girl awake.

Her hair crisp from the icy dew

Slowly shatter flake by flake.

  The fragile figure sheathed in glass

If she did not shine I would pass.

Corpse of an angel did she take.

She made me falter with love’s mass.

  I would sacrifice to touch her lips,

All the world conjured in her kiss.

Temptation from lust I could make,

One chance that could never be missed.

  How can I possibly cope with?

A dream that will soon diminish.

Please, my heart can bear no more rips,

For her I will perish.

                              --Ty Leech

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For the innocent mounds of fertile earth

And the oceans of shimmering grass

The fervent sun settles,

With flames that singe the heavens;

A prelude for glittering flecks of white.

Upon this somber sky

He paints the night with dots of light

Scattering answers past the clouds

Stitched through this veil of black.

                                              --Ty Leech

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Lost Ally

Always reload that bow,

Swinging back to your quiver

Unsheathing another wooden sliver

To triumph over the unknown.

Without that leather pouch on your back

You become an easy target to attack,

But because of the supply of arrows

Enemies will retreat.

Be aware, those escapes will narrow

As the needles deplete;

A dearth may raise worry

For you need them in a hurry.

Yet the gift is banished to the ground

Bringing shame to the pride of its crown.

The archer dishonors, finding one better

Beaming with many tails feathered.

You were taught of many lessons,

By the mentor, now expelled

As a noble piece of leather, rotting away

Fading alone and slowly….day by day.

                                           --Ty Leech

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Let Go of Pain

Let go of pain,

For if pain thrives

Life is a harrowing hell

Where none survive.

Let go of pain,

For if pain shows

Life is a sinful cage

Lurking with foes.

                      --Ty Leech

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Perhaps the day will come

When all forget the sun,

Behind the thunderous grey,

That shadows night from day.