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Michael Blonski Jan 2017
To witness the power of words
is to witness an exploding star
Dangerous and beautiful

Essential

Raining down elements
that collect like snow
to flow down streams
and to flow like time
build and destroy
barricades
That try to hold back waves
that we ride
Michael Blonski Jan 2017
****** into the city where chaos prevails
camouflaged beneath the innocence
of a white bridal veil

We breath its air
and eat its streets
our bones fuse with concrete
our blood flows through pipes
that lay hidden beneath

Slowly we morph into the places
we can no longer
escape
Michael Blonski Dec 2016
Slowly
Awkwardly
We find our footing

We try to fight ocean waves
but we can't fight the moon

We can't fight the world's
rotation
Or the far reaches of
altitude

Grounded
Planted as trees
on the surface of this
floating lanscape

Exist to
explore the
possibilities of the
heart
and the
limits
of our internal being
Michael Blonski Dec 2016
My mind was hazy
after over drinking
when I first saw the figure

crunching its way towards
me on a winter's night
holding a flashlight
and walking its poor excuse for a dog

The iced trees drooped
swaying from cold breath
as the figure trudged on

The closer it approached,
I began to hear its song

Nothing drowned out its
performance in the stillness
of a New York winter

Nothing to compete with this
derivative, pop radio, Siren
Calling out to me as flakes
melt on my exposed face

I could taste the diesel
from the exhaust
expelled from the truck
that left tracks in the snow

Lost my attention for a second
then the figure's song
regained control

The flashlight grew brighter
and brighter
When the figure was just a few
feet away
the brightness over powered
my vision
and the figure asked
"do you know your way?"

"Sorry?" I replied as my
mind was not clear

"do you know where you are going?"

I replied,
"Does anyone know where to go
when their purpose isn't clear?"
Michael Blonski Nov 2016
Weight of my footsteps
crunches snow
that blankets
the once grassy knoll
full of life and dotted
with those yellow flowers
I can never recall their name
but I know they were your
favorite

Now they sleep under
frozen geometric shapes
Michael Blonski Nov 2016
We held hands
Our mouths full of dust
Sharing our passions
As our thoughts
Danced
To the sounds of
our decay
Celebrating the death of
time
Toasting still air
and static winds
Cherishing the pulse
Lost in pantomime
Michael Blonski Nov 2016
Midnight eyes pierce
through the sky
Liberated
Like the river
that finds
the sea

Beautiful dancing
light
bending into color
Carry me  
to the highest
peak

Where I can sing
to you
a dream
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