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Month: April 2017
Poet shakes a finger
Bend your ears to my words and hear me well
If you love
then speak that love
If you see someone as beautiful
then speak that beauty
If you are all admiration for someone
Let them know
This life is too short for silence, for false, for less than everything you have to give
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Feelings upwell in the afternoon light
You haunt my dreams
A regular reoccurance
who is anything but regular
As slow as you want
As fast
I’m here
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Memetic anxiety
This shaking wakes
memories surface
bound voice
cannot speak
But remember who I was
and can never be again
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Founderling
Of fire
And a fair bit between
We cavort the wheel
Dancers of the scene
Turn and turnabout
Flickers on the edge
One moment of summer
Another…
Of ice
And the darkness closes in
Of savagery and crystalline
The dancers court the blade
Balanced on the spinning leaf
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Elder Dreams-Audio
in silence bound
in seeking sought
where others bind
i was bought
when hearts collide and justice founds
my hopes do bide, in collision
sound siren call
revision
in loves sweet sigh
in voices raised
where heavens call
undertree did dance
and palm to palm
and join to join
praised by kine
in moments ere the fall
they seek, they find,
the burn is seasons rime and dragging feet do come to call and hopes are risen
ere the fall
but drink my wine and drink my blood
and we shall step above the sea to feast and dance our revelry
you seek a fight, we seek to feast and in the middle there’ rise a beast
in death we feast and seek the battle draught
in life we love and lust
break bread with us, break meek
but I am bound, as ever was, and in the silence
weep
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Aftermath of pathogen
Barbed spikes quivering in the steel air
Digging through soft tissue
Embedding in
Rot encapsulated and packaged
Choking and raw
Worse than the unbearable heat
Burning vibrations
Echos
Valiantly dying in the millions
To save one unworthy life
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Puzzle pieces
My heart
is full to bursting
My lady faire
she makes it so
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Ocean steps
Drink deep
The riptide
Let madness
curl you under
All hopes abide
In lascivious eyes
But I’ll embrace
Your wonder
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How to overcorrect
Everything will be fine. I’ll see something that makes me uncertain and my brain will start working through all of the possibilities. None of these will be good possibilities. It will range from painful to total destruction. Because my brain can’t let something go. It has to grind it over and over until the original information is unrecognizable from what it was originally.
Then I will take this broken, unrecognizable information and use it as the basis for scenarios and it all comes down to being like the abominable snowman with bugs bunny. And that doesn’t work, I know it doesn’t work, but my brain just won’t shut up.
So I see a grain of sand or a pebble and it becomes a monstrosity. Real problems I can work through. Shit my brain invents is much harder.
Pelgris 