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Snow covered rooftops
rise to meet the sky this morning-
with the same grace that they always do,
But this morning,
There is no difference-
No difference of where the rooftop ends
and the sky begins,
This morning,
they are same muted shade of white...
This morning,
Those rooftops are washing out my dreams
sending them into the night.
Hey, It's me
******
I'm sorry I didn't catch you
Hey its me?
did i just say that?
but
Yeah I guess that's right
you know my voice by now.
yeah
hey its me.
i just called
well
i wanted to tell you
something about this new script
its like a "slice of life thriller"
those aren't the right words
forget it
i thought you might be able
...dialogue help and so on
**** that
ill never make that movie
honestly i called to
well
apologize
for
calling
hey
its
me
 Feb 2013 Ayeglasses
Bad Luck
We won a chance at life, and to forevermore be losing --
Losing life, and losing love
As we struggle to keep moving.
We grow older, and bolder
As the weight grows heavy that we shoulder;
If when we were born it was warm, then it's surely growing colder.
From gas into liquid, and liquid into solid
Our freedom is deleted as we fight to re-install it.

To fight the pains of growing up, our souls are made numb --
We keep crawling toward the light, but to the darkness we succumb.
Then we heal, so we can feel anything at all
And we climb and climb so high -- just to feel the fall.

You ran this boat aground, and your luck was running thin.
So, as if to test the bounds of fate,
You pushed your boat back in.
And continued on your journey,
You feel the fire inside burning --
You've grown so strong since you were gone,
The devil himself fears your returning.

Once you've lost so much already, there's not much more to lose --
You might bleed and you might bruise,
But your resolve won't be removed.
For now you're stronger than ever,
Free from those ties that you severed --
Your world fell apart, but you forced it back together.

Now make survival your bible,
And write the story of your revival;
For your heartbeat sounds a symphony --
And your movements dance recitals.
Do you remember
The water lilies
On Henderson's pond?

Were there lilies there,
I cannot recall?
Sure, you remember,

We came with the boys
To fish and gaze. Boys?
What boys were they?

My mind's just a haze.
Our boys, young Jacob
And John, remember

Them? John and Jacob?
We had two sons? Sure,
We did, way back then,

Years before. Where are
They now? Are they here
About? No, don't you

Remember? They died
In the War. You cried
For days and for years.

Poor dears; don't recall
Them, my mind's a haze.
You must remember,

How can you forget?
Who are you, then, dear?
Have we ever met?
POEM COMPOSED IN 2008/
Stars shoot across the midnight sky
And the drunkards shout outside my window,
Screaming about nonsense that I don’t hear,
Because I am dreaming . . .

Behind my lids lies blackness,
But in front of my eyes I see wonderful sights;
I am an adventurer, strong and fearless.
I have wings.

I am me, unhindered by this-worldly chains -
Chains like time and space and gravity
(Which together are quite a tragedy) –
Watching as the universe unfolds.

Suspended in mid-air, haunted by places of the past
And impossible visions of an invisible future,
I see faces familiar and faces strange,
Mixing the stages of a conscious life.

Snuggled in the warmth of my worn blankets,
I feel the comfort of your unseen arms around me,
Holding me tight in my dream-world bright
In a corner of indiscernible dark.

I watch as the plot unwinds and thickens
And disappears again to a timeline surreal.
But the adventure grows stronger and the will more determined
And I watch more vividly as my consciousness begins to stir.

But before the war is won and the kiss received,
Before I say the words unspoken,
Before I die a victim of tragic death,
The wish remains unwished.

My eyes open and I’m left to the sound of alarm
And the light of a morning too bright.
My heart is beating fast, captivated
By the wish it made that can never come true.

A smile alights my waking-up face,
Remembering fondly the adventures of my mind.
But the day is to begin and will take from my memory
The dream that has already disappeared.
 Feb 2013 Ayeglasses
Jess
The Fall
 Feb 2013 Ayeglasses
Jess
Walking by the sea at midnight,
the waves are crashing up a storm.
I take your hand and we step out.
The surface of the water is cool
and it swells as we walk atop the breaks,
following the waves back to the distant
horizon filled with bone-white stars.
Sharp melodies of wintry winds blow,
make our faces bright with cold as we go
above the seas, below the spangled skies,
together, side by side, just you and me.

We never turn or look back to see
the distant sandy shores where it began
with the seasons of summer and autumn,
the friendship on fire that sparked within
but we walk on, dancing along the top
of the gently stirring ocean’s brim.
The storm is long gone, the water settles
into a murky grey-blue but mostly green
brilliant, sparkling deep color that just
perfectly matches the shade of your eyes
why can’t I stop thinking about your eyes?
I walk with you for hours until we’re lost
in the sea together and the clouds begin
to light up and the cold of the night fades.
The sun shatters the stillness with its loud
triumphant rays for us, just you and me.

In the misty new light of day we see
a small wooden boat floating up ahead.
We climb in, find paddles, and begin to row
and row and row and never tire
until we hear a sound, faint at first
then rushing and rushing, faster and louder
and as the fog clears we see a waterfall
sky-blue and streaming, tall enough to ****.
You turn around and set down your paddles
and take my face in your hands and then
you kiss me and nothing else matters and
no one can see us and it’s strange and new
and thoughts are storming through my mind
but I push them away and give you
my heart, my word, my everything, and
you pull back and give me that smile
the smile I love, more than anything.
When we’re at the edge, for one eternal moment,
it’s just your eyes and mine; just you and me.
Gone with my sanity
The love that we had
Out with the good
In with the bad
Something has gone
Someone has bled
Someone's alive
And I'm the one dead.
It's become a reoccurring theme in my day to day life; everything is awful.
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