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A sleepless night
  and i thought i dreamed of you
dark eyes; deep heart,
  have i found you?
or are these petty games
equivalent to love
  and is this life
  really
  mine.

Still i cradle you to sleep.
lost hours, clock forgotten-
  dreams won’t find me tonight
  and it may be for the better.
But then again
one can never really tell.
The words flow like blood again;
i tell myself it’s easier
this way.
My heart, my mind, always
       at war
we are all soldiers in this game,
maybe the whole of mankind
is just
as lost
as i am.

Reckless love, how i find both
  comfort & tragedy
   in your arms.
As indicated the night rolls on,
   flowing in tune with the lunar tide.
We are strangers.
Fight for the common good...
or maybe not.
Maybe the dreams
really are lies
maybe the light
won’t ever find me;

Still i fight on.
Lost in myself, in you, in humanity-
still the charge is there.
Embers growing then fading
& i wake
   in the cold sweat
you always seem to leave me with.
Day will be heavier.
it always is.

i dance with the ghosts,
   those others forgotten-
     locked in time and in
    my perception of mortality.
We are the dead, history repeating herself,
that silly cosmic dance.

Half chance.
i’ll pray for solace.
i’ll pray for peace.
i’ll pray for anything
for anything at all.

Jamais.
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She opened her eyes
and closed her heart,
after the world swallowed her;
sent her blindly into a
billowing sea of love and hate.
And after the world stopped revolving around her,
the world began to orbit around
the life source of everyone else once more,
and did not just revolve around hers.
Life is a contradiction of all things said about it,
we are all born into a cruel world; none of us choosing to
And when the broken souls in perfect homes realize the impending, ever-growing vines of death taking a hold of them,
they are made to feel in the wrong
Some are born whole into a broken life, and some born broken into an illusion of a polished and fair world
Most never truly realize that we are all brought into a place
where each word, feeling, and action are not intentions from the very beginning
Those who do, the ones with the unrelenting  aura of pointlessness around them, are pushed into the depths of society where the truth is hidden and ignored by those with a cloud of illusion surrounding them
And although those souls are pushed into a great pit of emptiness,
they are the ones who will die having lived a full life that was pushed onto them,
and those living in ignorance, will inevitably go into the beyond alone as we all will,
but not having lived the 'full' life that we have
prophet tongue with
stabbing perceptions
i gave him my name
while in bed.

soft white curtains
though still chamber thick
cold steel hands
and the room sliced into pieces
by morning light
but haunted by night sounds
crept into open wounds of the heart

chills.

his hand
resting on my thigh while he snores
summer bruised and adventurous
though callous youth
with his unbandaged scabbed knee
skating last night.

moment forgotten in the carride
but a stone monument staring
at me on the kitchen counter.
sorry michael.
We met beneath the mushroom
And drank dew drops from great-
grandfather's horn. Drunk we swoon
Lips of purple berry parted.

We lie on the warm belly of a hare
And it's heart like a kettle drum
Fills us to the brim with joy
Sunset and moonrise
**** we swim in a puddle
Laughing pale as newborn babes

I oft' recall the music of that laughter
When I am alone, but I am old now
And you have long since become stone
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