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It might have been an idle dream,
It could have been a lie
But when I saw your shining face,
A thousand years went by.
I'm a socially awkward person
Who comfortably pretends not to be;
My friendships are so spotty, I'd be dotty
To delude any of them not to be!
Although, its true, I have no foe,
But who would be my friend?
My silence is my shelter,
When the chaos never ends.
Yes, I haven't posted for a while...doesnt mean I wasn't writing!
Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities
I am a slave to sight and sound
And touch, to which I know no bounds
But, oh, to see what can't be seen..
I dream to live within a dream
As I age, the world unseen
Comes to light,
And the way I'd been
With wonder, cease
For now I know reality;

Curious, how time does fade
Naïve questions with a wave
Of insight, yes, and somthing more,
Of jadedness, we watch the score
But not the game, the point
is not the point...

Questions fade in custom-made
Tiny starbucks coffee cups;
A tired dog won't think like pups
For they have seen the world
I felt the first kiss
Of a pain so familiar,
I welcome the loss
Before it begins;
The knife in place
I mourn my pace
Too soon, I cry,
Too soon.
I have been gone
For many years, it seems, and yet
The days still flow like rivers
And the light still fills your dreams
..
Where shadows lay, across the way
That I had once forgot
And still the fires alight the pyres
And all the evil to rot
..
I heard the tales the beggars sing
It sounds like home to me,
I have been gone for many years,
Now run, to set us free
In a land the others
Don't see,

Sits you and me
By the willow tree
.
Amid the birds,

Me and you
In a sea of shining dew
Quiet mornings,
Eyes glued shut
Warm things wrapping your legs
And body
Cocooned In heaven
And also
Late for work
There is good rhythm in
Flawless, but broken words
Songs strung by birds in the rain
Spider silk trains of honeyed pain,
Love comes from delusions
Or straight from the soul
Ready to mend you or bend you
Or make you whole
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