I cried on the steps of change, wondering where am I going. So many breathless moments we lose to change. The silver and gold shadows reflecting the sky. The sway of moonlight between the tree branches. The poetry and the book, the skin and the blood of war.
I leave changed knowing it is before me waiting to change me again. Beauty from ashes, fire from stones. Hope is a weary road between us. Like smoke and ice never meeting in the land of fair play. So my dreams are coming and have pass me wanting to dream again. To hope in the stillness of hope that I too will be admired in my live years.

What remains is only a flow between us
like a transient kiss blown in the wind
a blink, a hint of a smile, I can't do without
As I watch the rouge flush your cheeks
down your neck and back to your heart
You are the shadow in my raindrops
The sparkle in the reflections I see
the warmth in our soft embracing
like the tides running back to sea
you carry all my dreams with you
when my tears fall to the ground
you are there to catch them cleanly
where would my footsteps lead me
where would my hopes wander
wander not now for I have you forever
in these endless empty days I wonder
in the joy that lights upon every kiss
in my waking hours and in my dreams

Shall I die to put the breath to sleep
or meet each day unto death I keep
to walk a lonely line that never ends
or profess my love to better friends
to drink the swill that ails all bones
or follow the dog that leads me home
life is a test is it not for better or worse
till death do us part if only you go first
lively games are played and lost in bed
wise to keep awake then lose your head
well to remain friends then beg or borrow
nor tell a lie and forget all by tomorrow
to crawl, to stumble, to walk, to run or leap
to want, to worry, to have, or love too deep
life is a mystery, a conundrum to meet
stay awake for we lose too much to sleep

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As frail rays are mirrored on rolling light,
time passes
Their timid fingers press against the window,
looking fright
Sunken shadows disappear dropping out of sight,
grouping its last bite
Like songs lingering in the night longing to be held,
I too long……..

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Oh that I would do that which I should but there is a war among the me's
In the thickets of my mind attesting to my skin. Might-ing that I would do.
But within the crystal fears reflecting the worst of me I choose what to do.
The jealousies of life right the storms within the me's, the fire and the light.
Inside the me's insurrection fuse the immortal and the decay I leave behind.
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I am the afternoon
summer rain in the middle of June
time forgot me

water skips off mirrored leaves
and father is working late
I'll be home soon

the baby cries
his kisses taste like whisky
the bed sheets are cold

I'am another year old
but no one came
friends don't know my name

stones skip the pond
tick tock tick tock
time forgot me

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Who quiets the detonators song
who stills the beast within he wills
the refuting wrong, the ill he feels
a lance pierces longing to wrong
as its victor rides away alone
outer places no one calls home

another victim will rise again
reeling in my pain, until he falls
spilling innocent blood, colder
then the darkness wading in heart
flooding my breath, I'am breathless
as useless as death warmed over

I no longer feel the sun or wind
or a siren bleating in the grasses
she dares me come, die in my arms
for I am soft and wanting your cares
fold your fears into me for I am not
she quiets me, so with it my tears

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