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Umber Embers Vol.3, 9.3.24 “Wake Up Gamble”

Somebody will love you for the shape you are in Even if it not the shape you labor yourself into And on that fateful day, come morn, come aft, come eve For a glimmer of a glimpse of a glean you will see through their view In night where you find your crown of motivation Clatters to the ground come morning’s bed to make Where kingdoms rose and fell in soft-laid head dreams Continue to rest when sunlight breaks shuttered windows and eyes to wake In the dreams you find the warm summer glow No adult could ever put into words the simplicity Only a stumbling child, can capture that concept of love Our words grown laden, chained, and too verbose to truly see There will be a lover, just out of sight of how you imagined When the morning light, a halo about your mind Pierces every ambition imaginable, flittering attention busy-bee Follow that ambling fly, buzz-buzz-buzz and know inside Love is a changing thing, from night to day Not to be held like air, for only so long, it must be released in order to say “I love you” Risking it all it all for you to say what they will not return

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Is it right That I write When my hearts not alight With the fire or the fright Of the passion day or night That I write and that i wrote On paper, pen and note From and inkling or a mote Of a drifting feeling, as a boat Rise and fall, as spring and autumn Opportunities, long gone I have forgot ‘em When I hold when I know I oughta Fold from the cold and end up on the bottom Is it trite? What I write? Even true, beneath the light Need it be more than what it might Be, come, and be plain Through these words:absolve me of my pain

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.27.24 “Write? Right?”

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Juniper Journal’s Vol. 2, 6.10.24 “Poison Garden Prosper"

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Prosperity blooms in the garden Like a poison most medicinal indeed In response to the world; don’t harden Look to your neighbor in times of need

Next to hemlock is hope, just as deadly Take respite and smell the roses Noxious as they are, supposes– That something else is at work amongst this medley

Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor When mixing toxins to make tea If you steep it right you will be– Okay. And if you fail, speak with Inquisitor

What else will you plant next to nightshade Cast about like the scattered sunset shadows

Wade through the floodgate waters you weep – for the garden is as it goes

Yours – don’t you know(s)

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Impure Pilgrimage, 5.3.24 “Lover's Nest"

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They say that I remind them Of a bird they’d often search So now I’m seeking weather warmer Than their shoulder, cold, as perch

Woo me as you would With words so warm and cozy Press upon me like the waves I’m sure to find you nosy

They say quite lot a many Sighing, lying, vying turns of phrase Hold me gently, as my birdly hollow bones Can be broken by such steely gaze

Weary arms cannot take To gale-swept winds in flight Nor be held hand-in-hand Down the aisle wearing white

They say this and that Though none of it be true So on South I fly Looking anywhere, but you

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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.19.24 “Pleasant Electroconductive Thermics"

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My chest still aches from your touch Brushing up as others pass by The sun overhead cannot faze me much Now that that hue tinges my cheeks

I never understood electrical thermodynamics Until static from your charged expressions Lept steps and bodies to my own panics And now I feel renewed

In this moment, brief, I realize That as the flowers bud and bloom Turn green and gold, photosynthesize I am absorbing stories, words, and views

The heat of the sun will do For the fire feels warmth as well Until once more that ache will be for you I will yearn; I will burn. I will wait; if it is fate

My chest and face still ache I hope that lasts until good morning ‘morrow whence I wake

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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.1.24 “Sublime Oh, My! Just Lie; July“

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Just lie to me once more I will listen and believe every word Every deception dear, I adore July, sweet sigh, in your breezes you are heard

Another month, moth wings fragile Time-sand slipping, this is childhood’s quicksand Let me lie still Sink into the cometous time as planned

Silver-honey’d words dangle delicious from your lips Each utterance a falsehood I kneel before your hips Growing drunk as I should

These opening days are blistering Swelt winds caress these burned cheeks Trust that the heat is whispering July is the first of the end of these weeks

My cradle-month ruby-red for each day Succor sweet ice-sweat Out in the cloudless, doubtless, blameless sky to play I place all these truths here so that I may forget

Just lie, to me, lie still, and still you move You make waves and ripples and trouble You speak and I listen and approve Let this line be a shelf to place my worries in a bubble

Fill it with lies and sand and thoughts that make me sigh Shake it up and watch snow fall upon me, in the beginning of July

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Juniper Journal’s Vol. 2, 6.12.24 “Family First (To Go)"

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It is difficult – to say the least To be amongst merry-makers Whose families are a place of frivolity (or fakers) When honesty stirs within my soul’s bountiful feast

To bear the smile at the import of blood When it has been a great wound to me and mine To those corralled about my fire with wine No longer let me utter false avowals of import in flood

The blood of of the covenant Is thicker still than the water of the womb Is a quote misspoken, heard surely to my tomb Kith or kin are both tempered in the kiln of time’s sacrament

What is meant in the heavy-handedness of fathers? Passed down on high from Our Father unto son Flightless doves will remain when there are none When pews passed to palls, carried high on hearse

Stitch yourself in what manner you will Be it blood or water or bruises or swill

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Umber Embers Vol.3, 9.4.24 "Summer No More"

Upon this day both hot and bleary I find myself questioned and queried Out ‘neath the sun where I remain Delirious from the detriment, for I am sane Greener than the aspen wood That I call shade and as I should For clouds that never come, I wait Surely left to waste and dessicate Beneath the burning ocean sky Endless to escape and yet I try Pawing at the padded locks Let me in, let me out, crumbling wooden blocks The sun and sky feel chicken-little falling Home, word found. Summer recalling

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