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The Dedpoet Oct 2018
Inventing the day,
Circular possessions,
All I own cannot be touched,

Everything lost in a fire,
Blazing nocturnal,
The slab of marble becomes
A tin marker,

Watching with stillness
As fleshes mesh with time,
     A poet remains:
The spherical elimination
   Casting lights on dark
I find my axis
      I find myself the epitome
And the footsteps
      In the puddles resound
In my minds echoes;
My body is a transparent verse,
        Night unfolds , I
Can see myself again.

      Listen to me as you listen
To the water,
     I am the unhindered thunder,
The shadow in the light's
     Ignorant glow,

      From my footsteps rise the
Steam,
I am still The DedPoet,
    As you sleep in your bed
I invent my new homes:
   Nightly I bocome a
Poem of The Nocturne.
The Dedpoet Oct 2018
Between coming and going
Nothing stays,
A pencil stabs through paper,
There is no desk.

Thr light scatters,
Elongated, alienated,
Staring at the words.

I find myself in the middle
Of this verse,
Motionless;
Where ever I am
                             is home,
There is no place...
      I become
The unwritten.
  Oct 2018 The Dedpoet
Mike Hauser
i keep nothing in my pockets

that i occasionally pull out

when i find i have nothing

on which to talk about

i don't have to go searching

when looking for nothing

just slip a hand into my pants

and pull out something that is nothing

but still when you have nothing

you find you must do something

you can't just let nothing like nothing sit

because when you have something

that is more often nothing

in your pocket stuffing

you find there's nothing to it
I have pined for
dined on
sunk in
thought to sin
and your eyes
made me
forbade me
took me and
shook me
until
I rattled,

And I longed to
but
that wouldn't do
so I settled for
pining more.
The Dedpoet Oct 2018
Glass eyes,
    Fractures in the spheres.
Broken bliss inside you
I
     We.

You move
You blink the night

Sun born
Sun dies
My light in youra

Darker than lumens
Touches me
Exploding the kiss....

Oness in the bliss
Nocturnes in the mist,
dew drops of intertwined
       Blooddrops,
****** the softest touch
Rush of the broken
     Feeding hunger
Flesh of lights

I sun drop
You compress
Luminosity
Laser focus.

Desolation together
A hymn in the sunrise
The Dedpoet Sep 2018
Every birth that card played out
When lucky hand
Pan handled gold,
Zesty children of the moment
With hollowed souls
And metaphor presences,
Penetrate the eyes when
Spoken to,
Spilled in blood like words
Of worlds long gone,
Whispers at the end
Begging for new beginnings.

And time before it began was yours

Had you only seen what death
           death heeds in
A mournful source
        Battered by memory
At present too late.
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