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Sub-liminal Aware-less

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facial recognition
pause the slow route in blue suits
from rows of cartops seem alike
they are unique..different
cruising in wrap arounds
designer glass...
Confident strides
Confident as I
watching with new
made friend drawing
smokes in cupped hands
while winter winds hurries
on its way finding its place
down the middle
and at sleeves loose

the slush like applesauce
pressed into shoe prints
and tire tracks
profile an inch deep

Bombardiers pulling up
turbo prop into the low
scrub of clouds
T tails lit up and gone
swallowed up

Its been like this

the little wars from floor to pods
and pods to floors
no privelidges
sleep curled hands
tucked between knees
the months of no sleep
valiums to counter
withdrawal
counter the They..Them,
Those watching....every
half bubble mirror
every blank empty window
showing movement

all the belongings all over
the place..hinted at shown
in a daze shuffle.....always
losing more then what I
came in with
have my books with sketchs
poems
nonsense
everything
in a scratch
a bye or crumb

phone
photos
nothing
unordinairy
and ordinary
blurred
hidden
open

four years
learning
little
cutting through
the moves
reworking them
passing back
a new angle

sound bytes
flip photo shots
like advertisments
for the fast

a heavy rain
dropping
only its winter now

snowflakes
ice crystals

illogic
in the dark depth
of winter
worn through in dreams
like blankets
like walls

the wear patterns
presenting

and on and on it
snows
just snows
ordinary and brilliant
and the sunlite finds
a cut from across
the lake and fires
up the rich colors
on the escarmpent

the woods trails
pounded by dogs
and people
crossed and chrissed
by animals

pond ice solid
and the wind down
here is sure of itself

its exciting and
more

the clouds clear for
a time and I can see
the consellations
above the brilliant
new lighting
clear as any summer
nite

feel the paper box
of cigarettes worn on
its corners
Feel the battered tip
of the chrome brass
case of the flip top
lighter

small comforts

Dreamland will be
something different
as always

taking me to show
me the work
that always needs
to be looked upon
to discover

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Comments

I wander and ponder
through the maze
up and down
over again, and again
not looking for an exit
but an entrance
if found, fine
if not, I don't mind
a time well spent
un-juggling
lines
getting bopped on the head
a few times
by syntaxical finds
joyfully discovering,
recovering
playful gambits
and biting truths

you are worth the search

Al

A beautiful picture of raw life, I can equate with some of this having been in Canada for quite a few Winters, Ottawa and Alberta plus a few other landing places.
Loved this one, now you can walk further as the ice grows a new world for you, take care out there young Wolf, there are many trails that are a trial, even to the stout hearted, Yours as always Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

twelve striing
candle lark
what they found within me
without me
reading posts I write
and like
that

now you see this
now you see
than

the dark behind the white
design
of movements

uncurling
into the
landscapes
to haunt the haunted

ghosts
grown
the land of the damned
alive
in its
fasting
starving in its feasting

moving against
up across
away

like a startlement
drawn like a statement
in pastel

I knew
many
unlocking my locks
like task magicians
preening their hair
and logic i fingers
behind an ear
watching me in
the mirror

my smile
my rue

Thank You for
commenting
on the works of late

this place Is a sanctuary
happiness sadness
as I climb amongst
days

author comment

It is great to read of you moving within your realm, Stan moves among the trees and the life around him you seem to join that with an inner picture of words, keep writing, Yours Ian.

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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