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She Comes.

By way of storm.

the waters winding
in a fury of death.

And She. is painting
the sky

Black.

For now.
You have been warned take heed everybody...reduce your carbon footprint as much as you can.
 Apr 2023 Lou Alpha
Dylan
Eurydice
 Apr 2023 Lou Alpha
Dylan
Haunted winds caressed her pallid face,
bestowed before me in ornamental grace
as I sung an aria for our sorrow 
lilted with silent dreams.

In the dusk begotten serenade,
where spectral lanterns glow,
I found her on the riverbed;
a transparent body cloaked in souls.

I brushed upon my golden strings
to cast a weary strain
unfettered from the pain.

Cool winds caressed her auburn blaze
as enchantment forsook our future days.
I mumbled an aria for desperation
trapped upon the dreamlit stream.
I’m old and fat
And that is that
No saving grace
For my poor face
The past is gone
I must live on
And walk this road
With aging’s load
But I recall
When I was all
I’d hoped to be-
An answered plea
I was the best
Of all the rest
I reveled on
Then all was gone
But I’m still here
With mind yet clear
The years roll past
Each one more fast
But as they fly
I never sigh
I’ve had my fun
And now it’s done.
        ljm
Saturday silliness.
I lost you on a Friday
I burried you on a Saturday
I cried myself to sleep on Sunday
And faced the world on Monday

Tuesday had me numb
On Wensday I could barely stand by
Did you see me, that Thursday night?
Know I tried, but on a Friday I died
If fire burns
and destroys
everything
in it’s path

then why
do I want
to touch
the stars

so badly

can self destruction
really be so
beautiful
 Jan 2023 Lou Alpha
Shaun Yee
His charcoal black eyes seemed slightly near,
A twiggy grin spread from ear to ear,
A light frost covered his carrot nose,
With his branchy arms in open pose.

A red coloured hat sat on his head,
While a soft rope was his belt instead,
A yellow wool scarf lay on his chest,
The snowman did look his handsome best.

But with the hot sun he would go down,
And his melting face would wear a frown,
Then one evening he would soon be gone,
Turned to a bundle of snow forlorn.
winter time
We are all fools acting brilliantly...
A pin could be heard
The ever growing silence
Not a word muttered
But the screams echo in the mind
I sit quite
I sit still
Completely silent
As my mind tears into two
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