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Blood spills in gardens  .  .  .
Naïve worms torn from loose grounds,                                                      
  .  .  .  Red robins, green lawns.
my thoughts wander and meander
into wistful daydreams of days longs past

would I still be me, if my choices lead me down
other paths?

would I still be writing these words on a page,
if I was born into a different family?

then like an ice cold water to my face,
I awake to the reality of my life.
wistful dreams are nice to wonder about,
but I'd rather live in here and now.
Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.
What if I said public speaking.. mhhhh enjoy.
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
I need a friend, who will run the black alleys with ecstasies and delight
Under the pale moonlight, livid tales of life and together we'll achieve enlightenment
We will scream at the top of ours lungs with dessert sand between our toes not to be heard
We will touch the tip of McKinley and brew tea from the freshest waters of Earth
We will be under the stars wrapped tightly with cold kissing our skin
Believing there must be a god, just not the one we've read of
oh there will be everlasting joy and the days will run wild as wolves.
I need a friend, with morally tough skin, to sing along with the nightingale, to place a goodness in my heart where once was only sin,
to make beautiful dreams that come to fruition, who will say let's travel until we're done until our legs buckle under our own bone,
who does away with dogma, prejudice and then revelations will be held in the palm of my hands, and I'll hold them dearly as pearls of gold. Yes, you are a dear friend.
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
When it’s full blossom, the primordial abyss will open
To swallow us whole, to purge itself of insatiable appetite
Quenching a desire that has lingered for eons
All will tumble into the abyss, blind and frightened

In the abyss, shadow men wander to feed from unsuspecting humanity
Feet heavy with repose, eyes straining in the darkness
They’ve been here so long, the hunger gnawing at their insides
Soon you will become one with the beasts, the abyss demands it

Words will slip from your tongue and never return
Thoughts will be fleeting, as you desperately grasp on
Where am I, and why is it so black?
All I know is this madness will create men of us all
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
Let’s say that I am what I think myself to be. Brilliant and eternal, not in flesh but in my poetry.
Let’s pretend for a small moment, that I’m as great as I see myself to be, that my words will carry a weight throughout all history.
Let’s say that the day I was created, something divine touched my soul, lit it with a fiery blaze.
That the halls of Orion rang gloriously with bells clammering heralding my arrival.
Can’t we just pretend for one moment, that I was forged for greatness, the sun hides from my light and the moon can’t look away.
That glory trembles within my veins, that each word that leaves my lips shakes up the human inside of you.
You’ll lose your breathe with a frigid reserve and ecstasy will trickle down your spine. Something will grab you and force a crescendo to rise from your gut, spilling out your throat. That mountains will move when I tell them to, the great space will shine as never before. Playing off my notes, carrying the bass line right along.
Singing out my songs, for the lost ones that have never known, the beauty of home, the calling of love, pressurizing the insurmountable loneliness that lingers deeply within us all, knowing we all die alone.
Perchance these words will lessen the blow, and make us all, yes even you feel less alone.

Here I stand, let me flow in and I’ll help you carry onward to the never ending sea and the galaxies above. Shooting through the heavens bound for eternal wisdom that the moon and the wine are offering.

Can’t we just pretend?
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
It's all just a breeze, as a leaf I'll follow along
By sunrise it's here, at sunset everything is lost
The cement of life will fade away, corroding while retaining semblance of structure
It'll retain beauty, but is burnt within. Struggling to maintain smiles
With broken teeth

Taking out loans, with negative balances swarming like flies
Dreaming of forever, when tonight is all that's left or that will be
Can you believe we thought it would last until greener pastures
Oh, please just last

These cigarettes are all that ask
For my time, others just seem to laugh it all goodbye
I'm really trying, my knuckles are bruised and the time's going by like a waterfall
Thrashing down, crashing around, and we believed that it would all be okay
That this is the world, this is the way it toils

*******, I’m running out of my own mind

Could you call out? Could you sing with the tune of beautiful destruction
I know it's over, and the worst part is the denial that it's all so gorgeous
When it's rotten, inside and out, born of plaque
I could go for days, for nights singing anthems for the alienated
The stars sing my song, and the moon mourns along with my loss

Carrying my own weight where there was once two
To offset the burden of lingering life until my knees buckle and I, I finally die
It’s so cold, even the sun is hiding somewhere up above
Just like when you’re here, you’re miles away
In a life where you don’t believe I belong anymore
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
In the beginning, it was already the end
Ash fell from the fire of creation, and covered us whole
When the ash touched the earth, we were born from mud and stone
To gaze in wonder upon gaia, before we must go

It’s a sad story, that ends before it begins.
The last page is already written, in blood soaked pulp
The rest is up to you, to define what’s bound within
To carry your own head to your personal guillotine

Grit your teeth and endure, the unendurable
The obstacles that are meant to break you
Take the lashings with a smile, hell ask for more
That last page is already written, why not enjoy it all

Even the horrid, unspeakable acts that destroy eyes
Making oaks wilt like dying flowers, bringing on drought
Smile, and take it in stride with dirt stained toes
That smile can make impossibilities arise.
Lazy days writing poetry, it's not all so bad after all.
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
I suppose this is goodbye, everything was real nice
Falling from the heavens, a shooting star
Burning up in the atmosphere, forgetting where we were heading

I suppose this is the end, of the era of halcyon
Everything we held so dear, climbing up into the stratosphere
I suppose this is what you want, this is the part where you’re supposed
to scream no

Letting your true intentions pierce my armor
The blade slipped through the kinks, got straight into my heart
I suppose this wasn’t meant to last forever
Quite a rough couple of months / Work in progress
 Feb 2015 David W Clare
Jay G
Everything ends in weightless decay
A martyr so that the nebula continues
to tick away
Stones and sediment that give you
clues to immortality
The flesh will wither up but your
bones are here to stay
Drunk on stargazing and sweaty beaten trails
That demand your soles, itching for
unbeknownst horizons
Titillation deep in the canyons
on your forever soul
Etching out your ambitions on
the wind to carry them further
than you legs can go
Whittling down as burning sulfur, smog
induced lungs
Bright eyes on the stretching horizon somewhere
out there to call home
The days are getting younger, you
continue to gray and become what
once you never thought was possible;
old
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