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 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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Remember
 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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Remember...
The bashful gazes that worked their way into your armour

Remember...
The clumsy saunter that incited your laughter

Remember...
The lips that parted confidently only to reveal child-like stutter

Remember...
The warmth that enveloped your hand as we walked together

Remember...
The winter day's kiss that felt like never-ending summer

Remember...
The day disappointment overwhelmed and doubt grew bolder

Remember...
The inevitable conflicts that resulted in futile banter

Remember...
The embrace when everything fell apart and seemed unclear

Remember...
The whispers that failed to soothe when your pillow got wetter

Remember...
The journey that now seem to not matter

Remember...
My heart as you once did...
As your silhouette drifts away,
everyday much further
 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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Fangs
 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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  •sharpened to                                  • prowling  this
  a point•made                                     hallowed night
  to sink easily                                      •to satiate my  
    into flesh •                                         hunger   pa-    
     power   to                                            ngs• know    
     maim and                                            my name      
    disjoint•                                            as i take    
       spilling                                             flight  •      
       blood,                        ­                    cower      
          warm                                          as i ba-      
           and                                         re my      
          fre-                                      fan-        
         sh                                   gs        
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Happy Halloween!
 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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Retrospect
 Nov 2015 J B Moore
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In retrospect,
dredging up past events    
that led to the here and now.              
Pending course of actions in which to exact...    
Reaching as far back as the mind would allow.

In retrospect,
studying the reflection
in the rear view mirror,  
as the present freezes itself intact.
Sifting through past images...        
Second by second,
frame by frame.      
Identifying overlooked pitfalls          
and margin of errors.      

In retrospect,
straddling the realm...  
Where my current state of mind      
lapses into a minute-long sleep.  
Sights on the future... Folded blind,
discerning the treachery          
of impulsive thoughts and actions.        
Diving up from oceans deep,    
painting the backdrop beyond paths at
unmarked junctions.              

In retrospect*,
every detail deconstructed...
Deliberated against the yardstick  
of what's done and the supposed.    
Refracted memories snap back clean into place.      
Over and over...        
Layer upon layer...    
Time and again forming      
the looming weight      
that pulls me to a stumble              
into the stagnant puddle...  
Of long gone days.
Here I go again
Wishing I would be dead
Burning bridges again
What is wrong in my head?
Is it something I did?
Or is it just who I am?
These feelings break the lid
And I say I am just a man
But that can’t be right
Because I am more a child
No one sees me in the night
So I try to hide the wild
But inside all I see is the wreck
And I am thinking what the heck
A bullet might taste better than this
If I aim will I still miss?
I know I was made for more
But who cares for my soul so sore
I see no one to run to for care
I am just left grasping for air
When you smile no one looks
When you cry they give you books
So tired of this madness
This abundant lack of gladness
Break me to take me back home
I never walk alone
But I just feel alone
Without a home

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