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 Feb 2020 Alona
Cné
Phantom Calling
 Feb 2020 Alona
Cné

You are my midnight madness
A lover in my dreams
A rewinding case of happenstance
That’s never as it seems

Yet still, such lust soaked visions
Fly free into the night
And I refuse to seek the dawning
Unprepared to meet the light

So lost in moonlit whispers
A forbidden serenade
Where echoes paint the shadows
Like a dream in masquerade

And just as waning slumber
Creeps slow around my door
I resist the rising consciousness
Hungry still, wanting more

I revel in our passion
A frenzy cloaked in black
Such sweet intoxication
No cause for looking back

You are a twilight fancy
A relentless fantasy
A ghost that haunts my stillness
A flame that cannot be

Yet, how I love the falling
How the whispers sweetly stream
You are my Phantom calling
Always in my dreams…

 Feb 2020 Alona
Naomi
The inability of knowing what to say
to my father when he cries
My memories have been so fixed
so sculpted that it no longer stands

I have sympathy for the villain
and disdain for the hero
because they dress up as one another
so I can’t tell them apart
 Feb 2020 Alona
Carlo C Gomez
Caught red-handed,
You reach for the first thing
Your grubby metacarpus can find,
Be it a sabre or quill.

You ****** and parry away
In your journal,
All in the hopes you might
Besmirch me,
And strike it rich
At the same time.

But like Dido, Queen of Carthage,
Your bags of gold
Contain only sand.

This is your hapless undoing,
Mr. Hamilton,
Despicably so.
Don't use me as a crutch,
Fall on your own sword!

Talk about a fair amount
Of revisionist's history,
But we'll save that for
Another day...

Suffice to say:
History is in the eyes of the beholder.
No need to correct me, I'm well aware the Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton duel was with pistols, not swords. Just thought I would take a little poetic license.
 Feb 2020 Alona
Traveler
Phony’s
 Feb 2020 Alona
Traveler
All this weight dragging me down
Get your hands off me!
Must I be both sober and sound
Get your paws off me!
Will you let me go, my way
out into the freezing snows okay
Get your wicked claws out of me

To you and all your cronies
I am just a phony
so please get your hands off me
TT

A massage to all the players in my hell dream
I will awaken soon
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