#fogspectrum

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I have a book I’ve self published it’s called The Morning Dove Blues. This is my first book I’ve ever published at the age of 28. It’s a 56 pages of poems I wrote during the start of COVID lockdown.

It’s just a way to begin a step towards publishing.

https://poetizer.com/book/b8be3cd7-e87e-4a7e-9380-2f2f9534ada5

It would mean a lot to me if you shared it and gave it a look.

Thank you

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Little Blue Marble

here’s to the axis of space

caught in the cosmic lace

mother natures only mercy

given shelter to these animals worthy

vaulted into the magma lakes

all our hopes anger and quake

the roar of that digital drake

as we atone for empty mistakes

all that claims of this land

will burn the nails into the hand

the burning days of a Facebook ban

realize we are under corporate command

that’s our common denominator

our lust to be terminators

of all that tries to be sincere

nuclear power, to kids calling others queer

that’s the dreams we’ve set for the young

get that anger and hate washed on the rung

as a blue marble spins with no masters hung

all of these days are the Greek theater tongue

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faster waves of blue moon dreams

that crash into the genesis

of a marble home finish

to measure the crest

and docile the rest

for the eyes to make the best

it’s a flower garden

a heart hardened

nothing more than a pardon

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Thank God For Brendan Fraser

planes in the air

the grass of state fairs

winter freezes

leave soul creases

the plants and the animals

they eat each other

something to cover

brother to mother, sister to cover

heart hymnals to sing and discover

grass growing

yellow skies gray lines

showing

people chase and rivers

continuing flowing

and the plants and the animals are linked

and I’m the same

same as I was

young

now I’m old

planes always fly bold

overhead it’s the same

trails and vapors of the same

Hopefully there is leave

reprieve for the delicate of heart

of pure action and gentle smart

something to grasp

the good of God

even though

it’s been a broken cart

no astronomer to chart

the route back to

the start

where wheels of light

gave might

kisses with young dreams

hands in soft seams

a movie under the moon

paperback edition of these times soon

a hand held in another can light the ships maroon

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In my pain, there is my angel

wings spread in angelic angle

to cradle my head in calm love

and speaks to me “you are my dove”

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This Formation

birds of a feather

the say come together

my wings have been

through lightning strikes

in the formation

they can sense my tormentation

that I am a lame wing

in this aerial swing

the sound of thunder

scares me still

and the others think

I am just too ill

I want to soar high

past those lighting strikes

to a place where

someone sees my heart is there

the wear and tear

scar tissue and graying hairs

a weak feather trying

to fly better

over lakes and streams

to achieve blue sky dreams

to know that sun looks at you

with a gleam

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Wasted water wells

with

withered wisdoms

Postured praises

passing philosophy

Abyssal arches

all around

accepts a appraise

- Farther

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tender flame in the cold forest, lantern of all before us

light the hallows of better days, less the skies become gallows