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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
Much like Icarus, off they go; 
until condensation metes them 
reality's condescension:

Whose goals and objectives
are minute in life's greater scheme; 
wings fashioned from floss harps-

Yet they soar each firmament;
nary a doubt would sway resolve;
no tempest or tumult could dissuade.

If you chance upon a cloudless day
catch their echo of jubilant cries
and contemplate your turn to fly.
 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
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lies
subtlety
confusion
●○blame○●
triangulation
strangling logic
loud finger-pointing
blue-faced breath-holding
quiet, level headed accusations
none of these make right wrong
●however legislated wrong won't●
make it any more right for its wrongness
●let them pull wool ● over your eyes●
○●'Til ● all ● is ● stripped ● bare.●○
○°For now,  enjoy the show...,°○
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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
a few loose jingling coins
a mind that is confused
a wind contrarily blowing

a set of clothes for spoiling
a clock that's fast or slow
a friend that comes and goes

a lover that's hot and cold
a pace slowed right down 
a transposition to minor chord

a gear shift up an incline
a better or a worse scenario, but
change stubbornly won't change*



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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
as a child once,
to a favoured toy,
countless hours
of pristine joy;
but specifications of
'all growed-up' ploy,
memories of past pleasures,
now destroy*




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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
turn your gaze to power
of life and death:
they lie dormant,
seeded potentialities;

a flowers' expectantcy
in each quiescent tongue
and those who love either
will surely sup of their fruit*




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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
here on my knees
surrounded again
by familiar emptiness

and here You are
facing me square
amid my barrenness

all I have had, now have
and all I'll ever have
is You and You alone

where else can I turn
what else can I say,
'show me what's next'*


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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
stepping onto the doormat
knuckles rapping on wood
heart pounding mind racing

perhaps its like those
after school tv reruns
or those movie remakes

imagine live streaming
and podcasting in
very slow motion

loosing you and having
to remember back then
are unreachable ghosts* 


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 Oct 2015 KajaDigk
hellopoet
thoughts gather dust
on a forgotten shelf
in a rusty padlocked
            cellar

bottled up in hand-
washed jam jars ●
words, once pixie
-dust reveries, fly
          no more*


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