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Seeping between the cracks of the sky,
I notice clusters of fragmented
clouds melting within the shades
of crimson
and grey,
as the darkened sun
falls towards the night.
The sky contorted and almost
burnt, within a certain chaos
so inexplicable
it was as if
the clouds
caught themsleves amongst
the crevises of the sun,
and crumbled
into
rain.
swirling wistful
whispering ridge

speaks to my blood
ancient refrain

stroking stealthy
passionate reach

leaves no freedom
coveting all

onwards stalking
urgently quiet

strikes when poise
drifts

apart
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clawing at 'reality'
I strain
object
fight

slice fetid air
with mind's
willing blades

poised to sense
slay
threat

yet all the while
computations gather
holding conference
council within

weighing
measuring
attempting recognition

so labelling begins
imagining potent blows

yet standing back
storm's curt reminder
and all I survey and rate

mocks
informs
this is largely
of my own making

with meaning assigned
spawned of generations of
programmed thinking
fed by muddied bias

perceptions skewed
tortured to fit
fear's *******
power's price

with illusion's
dragon slain
I face
the truth

this state within
maelstrom
of angst

I
alone
create
inspired by NB's astute observations on my last poem...
where is the note
I long to hear
the one that echoes
freedom
life

insects, birds
maddening sharp
should be solace
stylus cruel

when armour's slipped
no safety's found
each breath is work
to think impacts

audacious sun
attempts to smile
through winter's hold
reprieve to none
unsettling, bitterly cold day
windmills turn
as designed
in ways proscribed

moving water
as they do
here or there

can't complain
there is no point
cycles set in place

but why do we act
like we're
so trapped

live pointless lives
condemn ourselves
as if it's fate

when choice invites
with every step
though blind we be

at end of day
when all is said
and done

we had more we
could influence
if thinking was employed

instead of fears
and pointless strife
and blaming everything

let's harness capability
remove the screen
and truly see

we take a path
we choose to walk
to find ourselves

right here
after cloudy days we find our way and power in self-responsibility
 Jun 2017 Cody Glenn Urban
Makiya
last night I had a poem inside me, I lost it on the highway
in the Christmas of red and white continuous light
on either side

there were other thoughts, in other cars - their webs spun & ready

the wind beat against my window, holding the tail of it --
"there's still time"  

but I just looked back at you, driving.
hands sure, your unsmiling lips somehow
still holding,
kind.

and remembered this sizzling, poppin' n' fizzing
feeling

and could have written
pages and pages and instead
just

burned
 Jun 2017 Cody Glenn Urban
Makiya
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 Jun 2017 Cody Glenn Urban
Makiya
#3
where will your eyes lay me ?
on the edge of our bed, where years have folded our skin together
in a filter of light

or in some dark place that has yet to find us
in the damp afterplace of things unresolved--



I picture you turning,
my transgressions braided, trailing behind as your steps grow more and more    sure.


               --last
inadequate
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