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twilight rain spatters morse code of vitality parched plant's s.o.s.

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC

Haiku XII

twilight rain spatters morse code of vitality parched plant's s.o.s.

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crescent moon ascends with cheshire smile the night grins darkness scoffs at us

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC

Haiku IV

crescent moon ascends with cheshire smile the night grins darkness scoffs at us

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"Someday death will take us to another star." ~~Vincent Van Gogh Painter paint star-spattered-pathways--purple passion patterns; Grant me glimpses of immortality in indigo inspirations, Guide me through galaxies glued inside translucent eyelids With pulsating ivory globes. Ascending into your astral aspirations, Fractured atoms crumble into cerulean strings-- Unimpeded by crawling speed of light, Suspended, momentarily held by moon's golden blood. Hurtling throughout cobalt cosmic chaos, Catapulted into vermillion vortex, Realms rescinding into realms, Macrocosms into macrocosms--malleable meldings. Absorbing ancient ancestral dust, Ten times ten thousand particles emblazened; Universal union--super-nova soul's rebirth..... Adrift within a Van Gogh sky.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC

I N F I N I T Y

"Someday death will take us to another star." ~~Vincent Van Gogh Painter paint star-spattered-pathways--purple passion patterns; Grant me glimpses of immortality in indigo inspirations, Guide me through galaxies glued inside translucent eyelids With pulsating ivory globes. Ascending into your astral aspirations, Fractured atoms crumble into cerulean strings-- Unimpeded by crawling speed of light, Suspended, momentarily held by moon's golden blood. Hurtling throughout cobalt cosmic chaos, Catapulted into vermillion vortex, Realms rescinding into realms, Macrocosms into macrocosms--malleable meldings. Absorbing ancient ancestral dust, Ten times ten thousand particles emblazened; Universal union--super-nova soul's rebirth..... Adrift within a Van Gogh sky.

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We sat in quiet whispers--resigned and frozen To the wrought-iron slats--shoulders touching,knees barely bumping, Shivering in the sojourn of our anxious intentions... We were in default wait mode And it was the waiting that tinged the tension. You referred to me as your Jaded Juliet-- Impulsive innocence of perfect porcelain, Protected within my world of privilege and power, All feigned sophistication at fourteen. I regarded you as a renegade-- A rouge in Romeo's guise aloof, unattainable; I longed for your street-smart savvy swagger, Thought of you as my iron-hearted hero at fifteen. We huddled with few words--motionless for hours, Wrapped in false facades of our uncomfortable indifference... Feelings and fingers entwined in the fantasy realms Of our imagined lust and nervous satisfaction. My head at war with my heart--fidgety and flustered, In that feet-twisting,breath-hitching moment of madness, With the cold creeping into my words of nauseating embarrassment, I brandished them as loud, unweildy weapons of awkward.... I blurted out "I l o v e you," and meant it, To sodium arcs reflected in your copper eyes-- Staring transfixed, as brilliant uncirculated pennies-- Marveling at the 297 ways to make change for one dollar, But absolutely no way to alter those words. Suspended--swirling, and writhing like wraiths-- They floated as feathery plumes of breaths ... Within the icy, silver stillness, The scheduled snow fell as the hush between us.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC

The First Time

We sat in quiet whispers--resigned and frozen To the wrought-iron slats--shoulders touching,knees barely bumping, Shivering in the sojourn of our anxious intentions... We were in default wait mode And it was the waiting that tinged the tension. You referred to me as your Jaded Juliet-- Impulsive innocence of perfect porcelain, Protected within my world of privilege and power, All feigned sophistication at fourteen. I regarded you as a renegade-- A rouge in Romeo's guise aloof, unattainable; I longed for your street-smart savvy swagger, Thought of you as my iron-hearted hero at fifteen. We huddled with few words--motionless for hours, Wrapped in false facades of our uncomfortable indifference... Feelings and fingers entwined in the fantasy realms Of our imagined lust and nervous satisfaction. My head at war with my heart--fidgety and flustered, In that feet-twisting,breath-hitching moment of madness, With the cold creeping into my words of nauseating embarrassment, I brandished them as loud, unweildy weapons of awkward.... I blurted out "I l o v e you," and meant it, To sodium arcs reflected in your copper eyes-- Staring transfixed, as brilliant uncirculated pennies-- Marveling at the 297 ways to make change for one dollar, But absolutely no way to alter those words. Suspended--swirling, and writhing like wraiths-- They floated as feathery plumes of breaths ... Within the icy, silver stillness, The scheduled snow fell as the hush between us.

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clock-tick, latch-click, footsteps darting down the stairs-- you're...gone! ****** Fingertips of night smudge and smear their ebony gloss streaks Down dusty, grimy glass-- Swallowing your spectral image In the glazed glow of neon-rainbow billboards. A twenty-first century Lancelot, you don your callousness And self-loathing like a tarnished suit of armor-- On a chilviarous quest to save two-hundred-dollar Nocturne Ladies From drug-primed pimps.... T h e m s e l v e s..... But--n o t from you! **** Passions fire, and my love, follow you Through myriads of abandoned, midnight alleyways, And already I have squandered the ghosts Of your deceptive warmth, and poisoned promises. The heaviest of down comforters Fail to cease my chills And I am as bloodless As before your first lethal kisses. Your inevitable absence is the deep burn of frostbite, Your eventual return an addiction-- The relief insatiable neuralgia-- I c r a v e your presence. Your vanishing is like slicing away strips of my skin-- The carving, and cutting release a chronic, arctic cold That confronts me from within my crystalized soul.... I freeze, and die, e a c h time you leave. ***** From within the hollow of our bed The mist of a heroine-induced haze rises-- Enfolded in the memory of your lingering lust, I slip between the sweat-soaked sheets, and pain-drenched pillows.... Longing...promising...hoping...that I'll be gone--t o m o r r o w..... Waiting...bargaining with the darkness...listening to..... clock-tick, latch-click, your footsteps stumbling up the stairs.............

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC

L E T H A L I T Y

clock-tick, latch-click, footsteps darting down the stairs-- you're...gone! ****** Fingertips of night smudge and smear their ebony gloss streaks Down dusty, grimy glass-- Swallowing your spectral image In the glazed glow of neon-rainbow billboards. A twenty-first century Lancelot, you don your callousness And self-loathing like a tarnished suit of armor-- On a chilviarous quest to save two-hundred-dollar Nocturne Ladies From drug-primed pimps.... T h e m s e l v e s..... But--n o t from you! **** Passions fire, and my love, follow you Through myriads of abandoned, midnight alleyways, And already I have squandered the ghosts Of your deceptive warmth, and poisoned promises. The heaviest of down comforters Fail to cease my chills And I am as bloodless As before your first lethal kisses. Your inevitable absence is the deep burn of frostbite, Your eventual return an addiction-- The relief insatiable neuralgia-- I c r a v e your presence. Your vanishing is like slicing away strips of my skin-- The carving, and cutting release a chronic, arctic cold That confronts me from within my crystalized soul.... I freeze, and die, e a c h time you leave. ***** From within the hollow of our bed The mist of a heroine-induced haze rises-- Enfolded in the memory of your lingering lust, I slip between the sweat-soaked sheets, and pain-drenched pillows.... Longing...promising...hoping...that I'll be gone--t o m o r r o w..... Waiting...bargaining with the darkness...listening to..... clock-tick, latch-click, your footsteps stumbling up the stairs.............

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Your mica eyes ****** their sinister gaze-- Grim and glowering-- Gouging into gaping heart-wounds To commence continuous fresh ooze Dripping from festering, unhealed centers. Your darkened desires Derive insidious pleasures Watching the writhing and wasting-- The squirming of my weakening spirit; You grin at the gruesome handi-work Of your impaled butterfly. The brilliant brevity Of my soul's prismatic patterns, Exsanguinates in frantic, futile beatings With shredded, useless wings-- Faint flutterings fade into memories; Anguish appeases from silent screams To inevitable fatal numbing.... ( Release me-- P L E A S E-- I need to soar!)

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC

W R E T C H E D

Your mica eyes ****** their sinister gaze-- Grim and glowering-- Gouging into gaping heart-wounds To commence continuous fresh ooze Dripping from festering, unhealed centers. Your darkened desires Derive insidious pleasures Watching the writhing and wasting-- The squirming of my weakening spirit; You grin at the gruesome handi-work Of your impaled butterfly. The brilliant brevity Of my soul's prismatic patterns, Exsanguinates in frantic, futile beatings With shredded, useless wings-- Faint flutterings fade into memories; Anguish appeases from silent screams To inevitable fatal numbing.... ( Release me-- P L E A S E-- I need to soar!)

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