Seattle's 'Ballywood'    1901 -   
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
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Love is a narcotic flowing in our veins
so that we can close our trusting eyes shut
and sleep, dreaming, of soft lips swaying hips
we dance close to ambient chords softly dying

-cec

Did not hear roaring engines
as they screamed trails
in summer's not quite night-sky
F-sixteening fat moths
flapping black rubbery wings
feeding a frenzy deep within
a Halloween sugar rush spree
gulping air, wing dust chasers
until empty bellies' siren subside
desire, beckon home and hanger

-cec

A heart frame around your aging photo says it all.

-cec

We die before you-
each day in dust's furrow
each hour topsy turned
to earth and emperor worm
feeling itchy melting skin
just as Salvidor nailed up a sin
ghosts now ready for cement
burn an ear with each lament
a crow bows low near ancient ground
honoring black feathered thoughts confound
departing but not forgotten sounds
no need or want for a burial mound
soon cold rains wash anew this turf
where fresh cut flowers lay down this serf

-cec

Apologies; none for the feelings that I stir
I dona mean to make you turn
twist in yonder tending winds
but I do profess that I do write
from heart felt feelings justly right
You must allay your jumping plight
at every word of weight and want
as I have found my lodestone
and do not aim to miss my day
These loving feelings on their leave
as wishes share what I do seize
to be a goal for each of us
and lead in ways of hope and trust
still, dormant in my waiting ways
I do profess, I do know love today

-cec

An old skinny dog;
drinks from a bombed out crater,
not quite filled with rain,
a cloudy day on a black and white street,
its ashen-grey tail between its legs.

-cec

Age shakes one lonely
only don't believe it
leave it to experience
that there is someone
on your side, inside
a beating heart drumming
out each days hope
scope and dreams strumming
strings of everlasting notes
mature in this love for you
you an unknown quantity of
beauty and soft desires
walking an earthen path, barefoot
and willow wind spree winding
your way near beck carefree

-cec

 
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