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Tick tock brain is always
Moving to some sound
in and out of thoughts
Though I'm never
Whispers inside my head
seem to never
At times I feel so strange
like someone else
exist within
Trying to speak
To be heard above the noise
My brain is always

Rest time becomes a
To the silent person
Eyes twitching
Moving in all directions
Too much energy within
Existing in two worlds
as nothing is real
Just my brain
and its

By Weeping willow
Hey just words flowing through me
Why do my words
I feel
Not what
I see
Such things sometime
bother me.

By Weeping willow
Words ;-]
Standing in stillness
Stood a weeping
Tears rolled down her face
within the great cathedral
Hymns echoed through
the stillness
She took my hand
with no words spoken

Service ended
Squeezing my hand
she let go
Saying thank you
in a soft whisper
Walking away and out
of site

Out of my life

In that special moment
God touched  a soul
Through a troubled person
Who for a second became whole
Light shown through dark spaces
Gods love came through
in a lonely time
Healing and connecting
two broken souls

All who came to church
that grey day
Seeking light
Being in Gods house
found joy inside
the tears
Healing in dark places

Here I am Lord
It is I
I have heard you calling me
in the night

Through many stone faces
God entered
Changing darkness to light and warming
all those cold

By Weeping willow
2019 ;-]
Just a story about God's Love
 Dec 2018 Mitch Prax
You'd be shocked to know that I call my nightmares dreams
Because to me, the nightmares are all I see
The fire and brimstone is to me, my hearth
and when I was handed that pomegranate there was no hesitation in that first bite
The cold souls huddle on the shore pressing close
I, the mother of these ghosts, stand with arms extended to hold them in my icy embrace
Did you hear of how Hades took me and made me his own?
Homer would never tell of how I went looking for the shadows, and how the King of the Underworld spurned me at first
until he learned to fear me,
then love me
Earth was dull and soft, when all I craved was edges and a sharpness only matched by my wit
It is no mistake that my name means to destroy, and my blade wields judgement
So those demons you fear, the ones named Hades and Cerberus?
Do not fear them, for men are predictable and they were cast into darkness with no choice.  
Fear the Queen of the dead, fear the one who craved the darkness. The one who chose claws over flowers and ice over sage.
The demons are mine,
and the Lord of the Dead, he worships the havoc I create.
 Sep 2018 Mitch Prax
Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
In the whisper of a song
Listening of the wings
of a bird in flight
Butterflies in the morning
on flowers near by
Summers beauty rolled
upon the ground
Streams flow into deep valleys
meeting at rivers end

Crows take flight from tops
of trees

While many cover the ground
in shadows

Turning the green grass  black
as there are so many

In the summer tones
Life is beautiful

Where peaceful waters flow
into the dense fog of early morning
Life has begun for the day
As night sweeps away

By Weeping willow
2018 ;-}
Memories from my mind as to how summer use to feel in the early morning light ;-}
 Jun 2018 Mitch Prax
 Jun 2018 Mitch Prax
I made words my life
My breath, my air, and lungs filled with them
And they swirled in there waiting
Always ready

They consumed me
The words obsessed me
I arranged them into structures of worth
I gave them meaning

But then that day
I stood and the words blew out
One swoop
And half my heart gone
Just a shell of empty worn out words

The words left me
And I left them
I didn't touch them
The fear was too great
The fear of everything becoming
Completely wordless
 Jun 2018 Mitch Prax
Something I’m not sure
I want
has fallen
in my lap
Maybe it’s just
my excuse?
Because surely
it can’t be mine?
I never really
wanted it
But I’ve given in
this time
I’m afraid it’s just
a cover up
For what I
really feel
Even so
I’ll walk the walk
and talk the talk
To beat down the regret
I’ll just pretend it’s real
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