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 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Marcus Lane
A sleeping beast beneath a placid lake
Has risen, trailing venom in his wake.
Young innocents on whom he fell now cower
In tearful terror of his unleashed power.
His lashing tongue has spat forth flame, his grin
Has gouged deep lifelong scars beneath their skin.

His wounding done, he drags his loathsome bulk
Beneath the swirling waters, there to sulk.


© Marcus Lane 2009
 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Marcus Lane
Matchsticks wait in ranks
One quick strike and it's over
A brilliant death
© Marcus Lane 2010
 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Marcus Lane
2.19 am.
Another sleepless night in
Clinging sweaty sheets.

Unnoticed by day,
This metronomic ticking
Is thieving my sleep.

It's no use hiding -
My water glass magnifies
The luminous dial.

Ominous red glow,
Like an army on the ridge,
Retreat into dream.

© Marcus Lane 2008
 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Marcus Lane
Brooding Winter cloud
Casts chilling shadows on life
Dormant shoots lie deep

© Marcus Lane 2010
 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Marcus Lane
This door is shut fast
And I am locked behind it.
Never such freedom.

© Marcus Lane 2010
Shadows grow long as the day begins its end to this
beautiful summer day, which had shown the
colors of morning at 5:30 am.

Orange and yellow so brilliant, it just seems annoying
now  as we drive towards it on our
way to work each day.

No trace of that orange and yellow, just overwhelming
brightness as the day begins to play.

Light reflects from windshield to windshield, building
to building. Mirages appear on the road ahead, of
ponds and puddles as we navigate the swells in
the road as these obstacles appear.

As cars rush by, blue, yellow, red and green,
streaks of flattened color create the morning’s end.

A spectrum of color moves throughout the day as we
see glints of magic from our cubical through a
window across a walkway.

We sit and wonder, with one leg on our desk as we peer
through the window in awe.

As the day’s end begins, in the opposite direction we
drive, the colors are sharp and pure
gold, green, blue and white,
fade to black and the beginning of night.


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© 2009 Charles Dennis
 Feb 2010 Lady D'Los
Zyborg
slivers of despair
scattered till horizon
isles of hope
invisible they are though
coarse sand of times
slowing the stride
wearing down life
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