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Patricia Drake Mar 2013
A black hole
In timespace
A supermassive
Imploding thought
Paradox
Pulling
Realities in
And bending all rules
Of existence
Along a splendid
Event horizon.

A single atom
With mass
And gravitational pull
Equalling a large mountain
Devouring all light
Unless friction
of objects heated
From falling
And interaction
Sparks light
Perplexingly fantastic
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
when
did cooking your own jam
from real strawberries
and sugar
become an act
of treason against
equality
between the sexes?

when
did turning off the tv, the laptop, the phone
to play with your children
offline
become an act
of valour and extreme
symbolism
in most families?

when
did reading glossy advertisements
and memorising them
for extra credits
become an act
of duty as a proper
citizen
in the modern world?

when
did choosing an alternative lifestyle
deliberately
and with no concern for wealth
become an act
of excentric
irresponsibility
in an enlightened society?
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Sometimes he speaks softly
his forked tongue caressing
my being
the inside of my soul
sometimes his lies offer comfort
encouragement and passion
when reality beckons
but not for the merciless truth

Sometimes I invite him
I let his presence linger
in a corner of my soul
Sometimes I let him enter
take residence in my dream
And sometimes I pray
that I won't wake up
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
your plans of escape
YOLO, I know, but please, NO!!!
please! do not go there
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Recited like truths
meticulously
with attention to detail
perfect intonation
like hymn verses
or poems
but unlike poems
everyone tells them
remembers them
those little designer lies

their creators are worshipped
with gatherings
massive donations
and prayer
No one questions
words so beautiful
so masterfully penned
they must be true
they have to be
we wish...
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
a window ajar
cold body likewise open
the devil creeps in
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Slithering silently
entering
between blank spaces
of fragile fabric
of fiction
and real reacting
shivering
skin
it slips in
an idea
between dreams
daring
like an unseen hand
unanticipated
unstopped
And it floods
the mind
with irresistible
insisting
persistent
images
irrelevant to reality
but real
nonetheless
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