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Dom 1h
Another gray hair?
Oh well.
Guess I’m silvering
One step closer to being a timber wolf
And I still adore the night
Howling at the moon, dancing with the stars
Seeing how the lights attract
I’m a moth to the neon
Listen to the hum as we drift
Up and down the city trails.

One more day,
Here it comes,
Aches may pain
But I’m super, man
When the rays shine on
Can’t complain, when everything is stellar.

Out of this world and into whatever may come,
Face it on with one step forward
The chapter’s closing and a new book opens
What will I write, who will I be?
What is to come? What will we see?
Take it as it comes, inspired by inspiring
Wisdom is burning, so sit by the fire
Watch the memories play in a flicker
Stay for the s’mores and a beer

It’s gonna be one helluva year.
Accepting that I'm reaching middle age this year, and seeing as an opportunity to live the next half as fully as I can, while holding onto the wisdom of everything I learned along the way.
Dom 2h
A.

Could you-
Catch-
Me -
Now?

I am -
Lost,
Not -
Found.

Eyes grey,
As -
I -
See-
You.

I

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B.
I got a lamplight
To guide me through the afterlife
I’ve fallen and broke the boat of the river Styx
Virgil leaves me to the fallen
As arms grab and pull at flesh,
I am **** of my secrets,
Violate with violins
As the tears ripple the sanctity of sanctuary.

There’s a fog in thought
Dancing around incomplete sentences
Sentencing the synapse to snap back
And cornered like a Great Dane -
I bear teeth inviting you to touch down
See how the bite feels as teeth grind through the tissue
Tired of the foreplay, ready for your misuse
Send me to sleep, I clamor for the torpor

Drug me with poppy seed derivatives
And I’ll spell it out like Absolem,
I’m chasing white rabbits
Running out the clock of my -
Existence,  finding all the exits
Parachute loaded I am ready for the ...

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wanted to experiment a little on this one.
There are so many people in this world,
But my life is solitary.
It feels like a vacuum to truly exist in this world.
I just want to go somewhere where there is peace.

To live here is just a useless desire.
The people, they're not home,
They never can be.
But I dwell here, surrounded by everything that's mine, yet still doesn't belong to me.

It has become a beautiful mess,
Where I drown in the depth of the ocean.
There is so much air I'm surrounded by,
Yet I still feel suffocated.
It gets hard every time I breathe.

I just wish to disappear from here and live in the world of mine,
Which is a lot better than this cursed world where I exist.
The shaking of a reed
The movement of the water
The flickering of a flame.

The crying of a child
The weariness of the labourer
The burning skin from the sun.

The masks of complacency
The contracts of acceptance
The closing of the mind.

The salty tears of guilt
The racking pain of loneliness
The swan song of past glories.

The continuing saga
The words that fill the pages
The lot in life we share.
bound by an oath you gave
before you even knew your own name,
held hostage to their righteousness,
consumed by the weight of their sins.
waiting for a punishment that never comes,
hoping for a timely release,
counting the days until you're summoned.
free at last,
free at last.
your only inheritance is fear,
bound by an oath you gave
before you could even speak.
Michael 16h
A red breasted bird
Perched on a wall
Absorbed in its world
Not worried at all.
Unconcerned by the height
And unaware of its weight
it nimbly takes flight
As I ponder life’s fate.
I envy the bird,
That can lift on a breeze,
Tied down by my mind
As a roof to its eaves.
Like the red breasted bird
I too perch on my wall
Absorbed in my world,
But worried I’ll fall.
Why does my lonely heart still smile
It’s been up, it’s been down
Haven’t felt this pain in a while

We turned to the bottle
Thought we’d just about
Hit rock bottom
Emotional beats were trodden
Sad old streets forgotten
The leaves didn’t fall this autumn

Instead we braved the dark clouds
And our worst horrors
Still don’t want to face tomorrow
Haunted by the shadows
And the sinking sorrow

They say that better days will come
I’m riding the waves of the pain
Until I’m numb
Just hoping my good grace will be saved
By the grave when my time is done

We battled and prayed
Until the war was won
After all and all the while
Somehow my lonely heart still smiles
I was thinking about the blast
of neon colors in a film
and the New Wave Music
and Marie Antoinete pastels

But in my childhood
it was as if we had other hues,
a small box of crayons at hand,
or that the world was seen through
Kodachrome film.

There were lollipop reds and purple
and dungaree blues, lake and skies,
lemon ice yellows, setting suns
and lush summer green.

In scratched lenses, children seemed to play
as if inspired by the living colors,
imagining that their lives would last forever.
And even as they grow, it immortalizes them.

But, like life, the colors decay
and we gaze at scenes of sepia and moss,
with ochre grass and reds turned brown.
We must attune memory to remember more.

And using suspension of disbelief,
Elders, middle-aged and children gather
Like the neolithic ceremonies meant for gods,
But celebrate, not the stars or stones,
Rather the lives we have lived or have yet to taste.
I found the first two stanzas written on an old paper in my journal and decided to finish it.
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