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Bury a prophecy
— resurrection assured

(The New Room: April, 2025)
He had wings that
gave him flight.
The sun was
beautiful and bright.
It melted into the ocean.

But there is danger in
flying too low as well,
just ask the mermaids in
the depths of hell.
The seawater screws
up the lift.

Fly to safety and
peace,
not the
fantastical or
far-fetched.
You don't need to
have it all.
Beware of

too

much



ambition.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I

Check out my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madouse Poems, both available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
***** and broken
dreams fall like
slanted rain in
a hurricane.
Mud-faced youth
plummet to the
ground.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.  Both are available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

I would love to hear your comments on the YouTube channel.

Also, there is a Facebook page for HP poets.
Let your sore bleed
Let the soldiers speak
The pain of the military
The soldier’s war poetry.

~~
The dog crying in the streets
Listen to the news of the devil

~Crossroads~

A glimpse of the red light!

~~
The speed of green tank wheels
The sound of fear that the night reveals.
~
We capture recollections
    exist in the now
    sketching a destiny we may never reach.
Would you erase the past
    wipe it all clean
    like waning tears dissolving into time
    letting a momentary thought
    flow away
~~
just before you die?
I wished that I were He
Or
She were You  instead
But Time a fickle Artisan
Had other Hands  to Thread
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