Perhaps one day I’ll disconnect
deny the world its cruelest jest
asking me to stretch beyond
the quiet shell I seek to find

strong desire moves to direct
the heart that wants nothing more
than a peace from world's exchange
pain and bliss in equal parts

if torment's span is the price
to live a time in ecstasy
those who bend will soon break
find escape in pain's pledge

pleasure drains as fluids flow
extinguished in warm outcome
waiting for the check to drop
asking much in aftermath

what comes next is a gulf
with no needs for a short time
not the peace I truly want
instead the calm before the storm

disconnection escapes my grasp
when the clouds next gather round
promise of the falling rain
finding pleasure before the pain.

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I watch the wolves circling
keeping distance yet in sight
unkind guests beyond the veil
I have no tool to scare them off

feinted lunges warn of more
when I wake at the dawn
stalked apart from that place
where fantasy is all I have

once again the perilous
greets me in the halls of sleep
echoing that I may not escape
when light comes and I awake

hinting teeth that can bite
when a lunge may take my life
astral wounds that may extend
to the world outside of bed

I may rise before the end
hinted by sleep’s oracle
then wonder if the same awaits
in the realm of beyond the wolves

I shake illusion from my head
to hope it stays in those hells
for if it stalks into my world
this nightmare will consume the all.

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Looking to the Future A.D.
realm of dreams that haunt my days
spun from greed, spawned despair
sharing earth with all men

the horizon holds false promise
this is too harsh in retrospect
life brings bounty in all ways
both good and bad on fate’s wing

I’m asked to tend my own garden
looking forward to harvest day
boon that’s ripened in due time
after seeds have matured

yeoman of my karmic yield
to harvest what will grow there
be it close to God’s domain
or high above in vaulted trees

with echoes of the larger realm
my produce is shear fantasy
if I don’t demand process
of my fruits of destiny

look to what may come
Future A.D., good or bad
realm of dreams no longer cursed
with less despair, labor’s bless.

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Hold my bones
ensure they’re whole
when winds blow
as the earth rocks

keep me together
lest I erupt
tie the loose strings
around my tired soul

do not abandon
the one that’s left
when dawn follows night
before life explodes.

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Of all the ways I could describe
how radiant are my friends
it would be one of the three
descriptors stating excellence
none are considered to be the best
instead there is a wide contrast
between effects on my vision
attraction placed to be considered.

Pixie seen would be the start
upturned nose with freckles topped
smile emblazoned, wide enough
oh so cute would be the phrase
these nymphs allure my roving eye
I'll not complain in reticent
just to know that God has graced
the world with fairies near at hand.

Next would be the pretty ones
sum of the whole becomes the lot
not one feature or the other
yet in the all I praise the world
portrait painted by God's hand
with water color or touch of oils
each impressed on soft vellum
charm of the whole becomes the promise.

Lastly are the ones I don't approach
though it's not right, I'll admit
a wall too high for me to cross
the moat with surface that reflects
gorgeous spilled from beauty's fold
stop my heart, I've seen too much
goddess come to walk the earth
within my vision, a pure idol.

Now you've heard attraction's spread
from cute to pretty and then beyond
each as precious as the last
beautiful as the final stop
all these ways I could describe
with so many friends I am blessed
qualities in spectrum's glow
displaying by those in my life.

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Face from an age consumed by the past
echoed in dreams that taunt here and now
recalling the tension that ushered the end
to the missed friendship no longer alive

again I am visited by the chill haunt
walker of dreams aped in my mind
reminding me of the painful discord
creating a gulf with no end in sight

during the dreaming I saw how it is
nectar of kindness offered to all
except to this one, the witness had naught
instead a cold chill was sent to my heart

I persisted to get a few words
in past night trances they vanished with none
I was rewarded, a small victory
though it was empty, void of much love

there are some pictures that mark fellowship
more clear than old memories, faded by years
fodder for visions in still of the night
all I have left, now that they’re gone

I’ve fallen so far from past harmonies
when friendship had blossomed decades ago
now I have dreams that recall the one
the star of the three, far from my side.

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Triggers vary as the cause
yet in the end the same demise
is considered to be the one
a path to follow in my mind
turning down, the siren song
wondering why this should be
there at the roots I find the cause
though it’s too late to save my soul

the source is the enemy
of many people who seek relief
from the demon that hides within
with no mercy for casualties
anxiety lurking, quick to betray
deceit I struggle to reject
plain as truth its own tales
spun from fabric of pain’s breadth

a life worth living otherwise
is cast aside when horror breeds
in the spaces between the fears
if only I could find a way
to escape the sparks that fire
inciting flight from the hurt
distress asks for nothing less
as I’m provoked by the small.

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