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Under a dome,
there's no breeze,
just souls piling up.
They have no feelings
& there's no exit.
Live among demons
that have no conscious.

Down by the waters,
leaves don't rustle
& the waters don't flow.
Only in our dreams
are our problems solved.

Figuratively & intrinsically
Evil's forever in our hearts,
The yin that's the opposite of yang,
but good doesn't exist in every being.
Self destruction
With no button
Spontaneous combustion

A flipped switch
Curve ball pitch
Veered straight for the ditch

No countdown timer
No red and blue wire
Just a blazing dumpster fire

Struggle on the next breath
Waiting for the last breath
A timeless back and forth with death

©2024
She led me to the waterfront
I cast a skimming stone
three bounces secured true love that day
seeds of future lives were sown

we married in a small town church
two rings blessed with a kiss
a baby was born the following spring
three bounces gave us bliss

alas, our bairn was taken after three short years
from this it became hard to recover
so we walked back to the waterfront
three bounces, this time, cast by my lover

in the years that passed, five children were raised
each one filled with joy and laughter
the first born was always spoke of and rejoiced
as much as the ones that came after

we often led them to the waterfront
they cast skimming stones, perfecting the art
my love and I smiled with pride
three bounces was just the start

I waited and waited for the sun to shine
heavy rains soaked me to the bone
all hope was lost, as was my mind
I was destined for a life alone

no woman would accept this pathetic fool
no man would dream of being my friend
cast aside before the rising tide
no chance of avoiding the end

yet in all the madness and all the pain
you came and made me whole
my anxiety was pacified
I at last had found a role

it was not an easy road to take
or a journey full of joy
yet I had the task to attempt to raise
my perfect little boy

now you have grown into a man
a caring and loving, sensitive soul
and I, your father, swear to you
I will never forsake my role
My slanguage
keeps the fire hot
my feet against the coals

My slanguage
what the critics hate
new venom to extol

My slanguage
whether read or sung
its message still the same

My slanguage
seeding my rebirth
— lost within the rain

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Time ...
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within

(The New Room: November, 2024)
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