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Dawn King Jan 2017
They wounded you with
such precision and concise
motive that you didn't even
notice the tidal wave of
emotional atrophy seeping
into your bones like a reticent
relentless trepidation
that left you so
inexplicably guarded
that you view even the
most exquisite act of
persuasion as an
ulterior motive.

I pause with
inclination brought on by
the defining moments in
time that your cloaked
soul was visible yet
inescapably sublime.
  Jan 2017 Dawn King
Elizabeth Squires
on night's ebony ocean
on night's ebony ocean
the ghost ship did sail  
the ghost ship did sail
night's ghost ship did sail
on the ebony ocean

twas an illusion of a boat
twas an illusion of a boat
floating across a darkened sky
floating across a darkened sky
an illusion of a boat
twas floating across a sky darkened

silvery light emanated from the vessel
silvery light emanated from the vessel
as it navigated those vast seas
as it navigated those vast seas
the silvery vessel navigated those seas
as from it vast light emanated

twas an illusion of a boat
silvery light emanated from the vessel
floating across a darkened sky
the ghost ship did sail
as it navigated those vast seas
on night's ebony ocean
Dawn King Jan 2017
Transient action
I wonder if he wanted to
Geometrically pinpoint constellations
Pastel hues in a camouflage fashion
Springtime daisy blooms
What wicked way comes
If she thought she could auto not
It was a choir singing harpsichord
In street trash gutter subterfuge
The tops of trees swayed in the winds
With the gated cage striations
  Nov 2016 Dawn King
Elizabeth Squires
clouds of crimson blush
painted the afternoon sky
in a lovely shade
  Nov 2016 Dawn King
Pax

most monsters were
created either by
some force
or due to
some unfortunate
circumstances.

just a sudden thought.
evil doers
Dawn King Nov 2016
It’s a happening that begins to unfold
Unlike any other multi part plot filled book you’ve ever read
The happening begins when you actually begin to live
The happening happens over and over again
Each time more in depth within itself
We empower others to do their work
Each day, we play these roles
On the one day, when all of everything is lined up in your favor
That is born from chaos
And there is no way to take another breath
When you cannot stand on your two feet any longer
There are people placed in your path to breath life back into your lungs
That is the place in the happening
Where by the happenstance of timing
You fully comprehend the meaning of humility
And know no other way
Than to give yourself over to those that
Do the medicine work
Fully, without regard or thought
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
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