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poet and dreamer

Thirteen Ways of Looking in the Mirror

I. Within thirteen desperate glances, The only trembling thing Was the eye of the mirror.   II. I cast three shadows, Like a light In which there are three mirrors.   III. The mirror laughed at the silent tears, It … Continue reading

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After the Storm

Purple thunder and Red rain change and Blue jitter calm the Black clouds part hint of transformation embers welcome a glass of wine and stone her flesh – new – welcomes the light. ray of a warning from the south … Continue reading

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Vortex

An image between two mirrors – bouncing soul left to right – right to left – vortex spinning Vertigo and drowsy in words of make believe lovers The doorway opens And in walks the black and the white ready to … Continue reading

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Dear Muse

Waiting for the Nyquil dream to kick in, dear Muse, wondering if you bare grudges of invisibility waiting patiently for a song – wondering if you are ever seen or felt beyond so much brick and cement – pills and … Continue reading

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One More Dance

Just one more dance though my feet are clumsy and my lips refuse to part my eyes will tell you where to lead me. Place your hands around my waist and remind me that not all touch spells danger let … Continue reading

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The Professor

She is humble smiles and sniffles carries a voice that does not demand merely asks a question Do these words move you? They are not her own but she wants you to see the angels in the gutters and Whitman … Continue reading

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The Path

It’s happening. Heart racing – pounds – thump thump – thump thump – thumb CRASH! Behind matter exploding transforming dividing Amalgamation Rotting apples and circles of a copper dance. A spark. Flames and rocks. Today… In this moment… Right now…. … Continue reading

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Keep Writing

the dream is not real real realized erased. time swings an axe and suddenly a wound inside a mouth heals to a sacred scar tongue in box – ironic and defeated “I’m in here!” she screams, “Let me out bitch!” … Continue reading

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new morning

throb and burn and spin until the white takes a nap on your tongue – the vertigo denial spin into the chemical dissolve and the morning is new: fresh, calm, chilly, Loud yet simply Silent. patters of children’s feet rushing … Continue reading

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“Never have I ever…”

Never have I ever placed my naked flesh in the arms of the gnarled and crooked branches of A man’s arms Who did not possess the power to rip off pieces of my soul – bit by bit – as … Continue reading

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I want to put pebbles in my pockets and go for a swim in that deep river. The sun casting shadows through the trees extremities – those crooked arms and hands wet, yet still dry – twirling my hair – … Continue reading

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1. He Says There is Always hope. But he doesn’t see The contradictions in his eyes. There has to be a way to break this grim paradox and release the minds of those enslaved to the world we have created … Continue reading

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these dark whispers direct this shadowed emptiness. Sleeping revolutionary- nature dips her fingertips into this fragile heart awakened by cries of something dying beyond realms of corporeal reality the mind struggles to find the truth rewritten by a thousand lost … Continue reading

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Salt

I thought the only thing missing was You. This Salt works hard enough. The real question is How? How… How will I honestly know this will be worth the effort.

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Space

I can’t recall the perfect hideout… but considering a tree to climb followed by plans to stay away from your demands. My quest, consisting of remains unfulfilled. (I had better luck in the dream world). Finding Space— inspired. Private and … Continue reading

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Revolution

Believe in Freedom…Khaki street fighter battling an independent rubber bullet-an eye of hope that would lead to Revolution.Repression injured the protestsdominated men with religious agendas.Abandoned society.It seems like we died too young and not too independent.Dreamed of making connections with … Continue reading

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Recovered

displace liberty located in the storm reaching out to find how lives move forward nimble in nature always moving

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Walking Alone at Night (Ghazal #2)

Lost melody breaks sunset, fractured song implies sorrow. Frail echoes for stars, the eavesdropping moon espies sorrow. Pained wails fill dark forest, marking time with catatonic grace vibrations of sobs paint sky black concealing night: disguise sorrow. Lonely feet stumble … Continue reading

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Pretty Blackbirds

“You can make it,” I said to him. I love you Black Sparrow you who were a hero in some revolution mother fucker got shot down. I guess God meant it all. Cemeteries. BLACKBIRDS butterflies and ants garbage. I told … Continue reading

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La Caja

El me dijo que ha estado viviendo dentro de una caja. Que todos sus tesoros mas preciados, libros y poesía se ahogaban bajo las manos de carton. Que sufrieron en ese lugar esperando a ser olvidados, asustados y solos. Pero … Continue reading

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Escapar

Tu eres el sol y todavia me congelo en tu resplandor Fria y sola, veo tus brillantes rayos danzando en el cielo Tu brillas resplandeciente y limpio Pero eres ciego y no puedas ver que estoy desesperada por calor y … Continue reading

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Fear (Ghazal #1)

Absent moon and hollow the dark void of night rains silence. Life fled and empty a wasteland of fear explains silence. Desperately digging at solitude, soft heart freshly buried, thick soil suffocation, sweet lack of air ordains silence. Faint hope … Continue reading

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The Murder of a Tree (A Pantoum)

It was an accident, somber Autumn day, invisible tortured cries, My five year old fingers had no way of knowing. Sweet peeling of your wrinkled flesh, so hard and darkened with time and wisdom. I just wanted to know who … Continue reading

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