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Contentment
A phantom
Creeping along the all-too-familiar path
Night after night
As it always does.
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
.
.
.
Along this trail,
It had died
But unable to unshackle itself,
Unable to remember,
It paces
Looking for an answer.
.
.
.
Something new appears.
An answer!
..or so it thought.
No more
Pacing,
Pacing,
Pacing,
Now it is
Running,
Dashing,
Chasing!
…But, what is that new thing?
What is it trying so desperately to catch?
A glimmer of hope in the everlasting night
Just as soon fading away as it began to appear.
.
.
And once again,
The spirit will vainly be
Searching for its eternal rest.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back
And
Forth.
Poem 2
Im starting to forget you
because you’re forgetting me
BUT i CANNOT forget THE Memories
that you shared with me.
my passport was taken. what a mystery. name a country… go name a country…
I’m going to have many dictionaries, six in fact. GREAT you thought of a country.. Let’s learn the language and dream about a trip there, while we wait about the mystery of the passports…
because of jealousy and greed.
Study you’re honesty! after cheating and manipulating my emotions while you use it for your worldly pleasures. What a crime. so lock yourself up this time, while you keep watching me and joining in with the public lies, saying “shut up”.
My war has ended with you!
your leaders will shake hands
and my leaders will let go of hands.
I moveD on from what I can’t change.
An old woman prays for her son while a little girl dreams a dream of a land of peace and safety
and two children wait for their father and mother, their heroes.
My homeland was sold and I paid the price. The most high knows everything so I keep living twice.
you loving me still
breaks my heart
so I will not repeat the past.
I now fall silent to the mess I did not make, the madness that was not mine. but grateful for the straight path and the angels that kept me safe on this path of mine. I now build me up again from the war that has been around me, the war that attacked my mind and my spirit that flies.
I’m on An endless journey that will keep me Ancient in these troubling times, staying true in my ANCIENTArts of mine.
finding the path
along a slim road the signsare hard to decipher from a distancethere is a path to something betterbut the steering wheel plays like a slide pianoyou swerve, veer toward the shoulder,in a consistent course correction how to do the right thingat the right time to remain safe there are detours and construction zonesstop signs and the railroad crossinglooms heavy with dangerif you are ever stopped…
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wind blows and suddenly the once orange lights were now a fluorescent green
the headlights illuminated the cobblestone in a way that made the pieces look as though they were coming together, not breaking apart
cold air and whispsrs wrapping around your body
this is what December feels like
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Culpable Carole B.
the knife broke the bone into shredded clumps of divorce proceedings when the last of the cadaver
spilled from the grinder plate did you say a prayer over the Tiger’s meal or for grieving? A widow lost her unfound husband beneath accusations of murder but no body no case is what I’m told and they say it’s hard to get a plane out the hanger alone but who’s to say
with any confidence…
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poem #2
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Whatever they say
That's what you will do
We've all got our own
Cut out place
It's got nothin' to do
With size or shape
Everyone gets told
Just what to do-who to be
And when it starts to get old
We get knocked off our feet
"Work for me"
No, work for you
It's hard to try
And even more-so to do
Relax, they say
Your hard work will pay off some day
It's all lies
And eventually
You'll get pulled under the waves
