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 Feb 2016 Robert C Howard
Onoma
You who would
give the world
back to itself...
came into it today.
You've entered
yet again, where
entry was barred...
your starry rising
trembles in a host
of eyes.
 Feb 2016 Robert C Howard
Onoma
The only thing
impervious to
to death & decay,
is inner space...
remain there.
10W

plants
in
the
driest
soil
always
have
the
d
e
e
p
e
s
t

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o
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s
Cheering myself up

---
 Feb 2016 Robert C Howard
ryn
Flame
 Feb 2016 Robert C Howard
ryn
.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
.
they exist
in perfect stillness,
surrounded by
flowing water and
comforting earth--

the tree extends
it's spider legs
serendipitously over
casual rocks and crevices
to reach the Mother's stream
of which life truly flows--

they come to heal
heavy hearts
beneath the warmth
of winter's light rays--

blessed anew,
they carry on--
Fisher Park hideaways truly are my home away from home. (02.05.2016)
 Feb 2016 Robert C Howard
Maxwell
Just like a spider's thread
in a garden of blades
falling so slowly
to bleed and break apart

Just like a shadow
devoid of light
following me
every time, everywhere

In my favorite songs, I hear you
In my favorite movies, I see you
In my dreams, I hold you
In my mind, I keep you

Staring at me
with dark eyes, lips, and tongue
Enticing me to inch forward
to fall into the abyss
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