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feasts
fiends
making people scream
like a man used to torture
who couldn’t be bothered
to remind his brain
to forget everything
the air in here keeps telling me
but I cannot
tell myself
I look around at the
red brick walls
and I cannot bring myself to
avoid reliving
the many times we met in rooms
exactly like this and talked until
dawn about everything except
what was right in front of us
I would have given the
entire world of mine
to somehow talk cupid into
putting an arrow into your heart
I would not have
looked away that time
but now you
are so far away from me,
it hurts.
the grasping of your shoulders
when we hug is not enough
I want to see you every morning
I wake up
just by rolling over
if I don’t say something more than
ever before,
it may never happen…

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rememberances

to make the chill
of a few words go away
takes only the most helpful
of people remembered
and I know when I was young
it was easier to let the
bad things flow like
water off your back
it was never a place or
time that could do it, but it
may have been a memory of a
person. there is a person bent on
a bench, slowly looking around
as if imitating moving in slow
motion. the day was moving from
grey to sunny and back again,
and the motivation for a reason
to do anything except sit had long
since passed. it was a day when
the atmosphere was not any
particular way, but waves of
different temperatures and moods
curl around like tides in a pool.
and the hair and clothes and dirt show
that this man had spent the last few
nights outside, on that bench.
and shaking from the cold, a jacket is
being clamped around by the
hands that are freezing. eating snow.
how could I not recognize myself?

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12-13-14

whole hours go by
and I can think of nothing but you
if I had seen you then
I probably would have run to you
so the white roses I
delivered to you
represented the snowflakes of our love
on this a good Christmassy morning
that the warm smiles are real
and the smell of pine needles
a tiny bit of eggnog or pumpkin
in your pie or maybe one made of apples
and the taste of just some
of the beautiful kisses and
sweet sweet berries
or a hug that becomes a slow dance
with a bit of ice cream on top
or even a happy swollen
pumpernickel bread stuffed with cake
fresh from the oven
all of these
are what our love is…

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wish note

washing up across the path
I have seen the new cold
season and night
having the time of their lives
not only this time but every time
on top of the moon a star winks at you
testing the boundaries of your temptation
eventually ending, by running out of energy
notes of music redefining everything
overtones of a path to a completely different
tableau of existence
evicting the hate that was never invited in
November somehow has more charm than
October ever did, and that is really saying something
this ability to envision years of you
ended any doubt I could’ve tripped over

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taps

ever so restless
and able to be determined
while the sky glows red
I see the changing of the leaves
falling down on me
blasting the mindset
I had always grown up with
and another stream of cold wind
has made the need to move again
and a current piece of the puzzle fits
why the supervisor needs to manipulate
and the behind the back escapes are
just waiting for the silent agreement
that all the vital signs confirm
and all our time is not going to be
put in the backseat any more
because the seasons charge
my batteries and I now know
to make a move
now or never
and I choose
now…

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simple song

art touches that part of us
that exists above the
struggle for survival
and beyond all human reasoning;
there are ways to
become and unknown
revolution soul inside
this chosen devotional,
but do not guess about
who I am when you hear
that or seek privacy
making yourself aware,
don’t be so easily annoyed,
do make a suggestion,
but yes I am still
dangerous and walking,
tonight the stars
cry down on me…

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she said… (imagined monologue)

You don’t know that I am happy in my
bitterness. Which only makes sense.
But I have had enough of this, I would be
glad to stop doing so many things if I thought you
could sacrifice for me, but you cannot. I know
this and I am sorry, but stop. I cannot say how
much you are not a foreign person, but trying just
shows that I miss me; and that is no good, because
I could sit down and dedicate hours and hours to the
things I need to do, and still not even
touched the things I want to do. Procrastination is sad.
But the sadness that drives us is worse, and to be
frozen by self doubt is not fun or funny. I
could just wreck a few minutes by being angry,
or I could move on to something more
productive, and let go. I cannot be a faceless
stranger to myself anymore, and I can’t
back down now. Time is a very important
thing if you have honor and purpose. I can
only get so far before I must face the
idea that as long as I have not
accomplished as much as my mind wants, so
now then I can no longer avoid facing that
desire. Being forced to face the fact that all I
have now is my own self to blame, and get
on with it, before rebuilding is just a
washed-up horrible name for no good news left.
It is not a choice that is up to me, it is
just a bad day, a day in the dark. that
removes the choice from me, so that I may
be very, very unfree to pick from the number
of paths stretching out; problem is, no
amount of convincing can make clear to
me the path of appropriate choice that I, if I
am honest, could have a clue as the right
one for me. Do I know where I want to be
in ten years, no. But I know where I want to be
in three. so can I follow a plan, yes.
but to make this plan happen, I must first dedicate
myself to the idea I am not bad or wrong
for wanting to get ahead. Changing a life
and making a decision are what needs to be
done. I know I am strong enough to do it,
so the time has come for the freedom loving
soul in me to shake hands with the dedicated
professional, make contact, and start all over
once again. Nothing is quite as hard as
admitting you were wrong, but starting all
over again down a brand new path of
searching and learning is one of the things
that has it beat. Professionally and artistically,
spiritually and physically, this sort of thing
is a real test.
what kind of a mind does it take to be like that?
it seems like the tendency is to just
make it up as you go along and I mean
I know what it is like to be put down
and run over in the long haul but a
person who could be your closest
pushing you away because you do
save and you do spend and you
do put away money and think of the
future, think of the future way too
much because how could you know?
I can see how acting one way can make
you turn out another but still,
basic living quarters and food
would be one thing, but this is more
like the times when I didn’t want to
let someone down yet I knew I
would because I had to take care of
myself first, then consider the options of
helping others and I learned that one the
hard way. so I guess I should
be sorry that I wasn’t able to get
a good enough glimpse of something
coming but instead put down the
idea of myself accomplishing it.
I mean, whose side are your desires on?
if you want to accomplish it, then do it.
don’t sit around mumbling to
yourself, and don’t become the
bully, just get up and do what you
have in mind because the only
person that you are letting down is
yourself, and the only person who
will go as far as you want
them to go is you, and the opposite is true.
stopping your entire life by giving
in to the desires of others IS FOOLISH.
caring about disturbing others is very
different from making a decision
and acting on it even if it does
disturb others. there are signals we
give to others that we have had enough
even if we do not give it to ourselves.
I would rather know for a fact I
am letting someone down then do what
I want and have everyone act like I am.
if this is the direction I have chosen to go,
then let me be aware.

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mist

making a portrait
of this exact moment
its a cold night outside and I am
no longer going to stay in
it will be a long and unforgiving walk
before I feel like we will be
able to talk and I want to meet up
but you have such a short time with me before
I have to go and catch the
edge of the storm head on, because you see
how dark the sky is getting and I return
to my warm only once I have crushed the
opposition and mentioned the word that can
keep the hope alive, it is only a few hundred
minutes we have left until the final hug and
the last kiss but I will put every bit of
effort into the chance to be here again
yet I made up my mind and have given myself
no choice but to go silently into the
evening in order to prepare for
the hurtful action and brutal dedication
that comes along
in a battle like this…

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dream

some places
we have been before,
some spaces
make a story
for themselves,
the pieces are going to fit
if you cannot find a way
to make all the moves
between where we are and where we were,
another tropical cloud
comes down from the hills,
and a wish is fulfilled when you commit as I will
in the opening that
makes a moon our own,
in this roof of a core
moment we have in our car
and sometimes there is not enough
quiet time and sharing touch
in the world
to make me want
to let you go
and I know
that you know
I will never want to…

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rock ship

running a lost ship
away from the island where you feel at home
waking up and feeling the waves
made by a motion of
feasting eyes who know and wander
while we made baked goods of
strudel and pie when cold nights
keep us inside and content
there is a tree with decorations aplenty
and a mossy bit of corner
with plants around to keep company
we have been on this journey some time
and the weather seems so shocking in its storminess
when It seemed so
bright and broad and wonderfully lit
whenever it was we first
began upon it
the tales are told less and less
the cold seeps in from every drafty corner and open door
and there is more need to snuggle than keeping entertained
which moment is the perfect one to
prepare you from across the room
and make something hot to drink again
tell me if you believe our dreams are true
and if you hope the next sunset we can see
is the purple wonder
or a close relative
we, together, have seen so many times
so many times

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