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I sit and stare at windows
made of ice
I see a plain of glass outside
All the while I feel
the cold steel pain
The silver stillness
in this heart of mine
KMC@2011
The sun is like a blood stained egg yolk

The world gone mad

deranged with grief

Sheltered by the solid oak

I cry my heart into my throat

I cannot breath

A wind came with thunder

in the trees

The dust is choking me

I begin to bleed

My hands stung by nettles

My feet caught in  thistles

Nature gone mad before my eyes

Is this the way we intend to die?

KMCOLBY@20111



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kmv@2011
His insane voice echos
back from the pure white walls

His hand print; red like plum juice
screams backwards

Into the now silent room....
KMC@2011
Shadows creep across the bedroom

Frightening shadows

You wake with a start

Right when you have it together

It happens all over again

Shadows from the past

Shadows from someones sin

It can't be your fault

That's not what the shadows say

Look into the darkness

as you avoid the day

Cigarette butts overflow the bowl

Whiskey glass spilled into a vacant hole

The light outside is frightening

it never lets you sleep

The light says get up and

face what you have reaped

You cower in the corner afraid

to say a word

Shadows have all the power

in this your tiny world
KMC@2011
I ride a pale horse into the wind

The wind is a woman, a siren of sin

Drunkards  black shadows on the bar room floor

I will not go down with shadows anymore

Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound

Silence is large and sound is thinner

It is the sound I hunger for

Black marigolds and silence  are my dinner

I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner
KMC@2011
Down the shabby hallway; dingy white wall hallway

Shuffling slippers march in order

March in order

To the day room; the steel case pill room

They all get a plastic cup with pills

green, pink, yellow...rainbow pills

Swallow with water...did you swallow?

Turn about to shuffle back

Down the hallway; shuffling hallway

Shuffling slippers, eyes blinking, throat drying

Each to a room or two to a room

Same rooms, blue rooms, barren rooms

Steel rail bed, hard bed, one dresser

Rooms of quiet despair, blue rooms

No books, no sharp implements, steel rooms

Sitting rooms, waiting rooms, waiting for the  buzzer

Then the march begins again...
KMCOLBy@2011
In the solitude

of your own reflection

weep silent tears

for crimes you may have

committed

as you groan upon the tree

Bless the infants

dashed under the willow

Secret those scents of disease

Immoral acts of sanctuary

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Blessed are the meek

Bless a world of lies and distortions

Bless a world of greed

In the solitude

of your own reflection
KMColby@2011
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