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L'éphémère

Je ne sais pas pourquoi la rue
est si mauvaise ou où elle va.
Ma vie est très éphémère, oui.
Ta vie est très éphémère, oui.
Il n'y a rien sans la brume.

c o r a n a s h u n #

guage
chrome
against the tender

outside the tempest rages
inside the temporal alpha dreams

the wounds heal
binding
the pysche
gathers in its herd

the wind whisper
grasses hiss

I turn my head
a near miss

(for babe/s)

Just beautiful

I have learned a lesson
as time rolls by
some come and flatter
others come to shatter,

never mind the ones who come
simply to ploy
their idiocy to deploy …

remember only those
who smile
as some day
they too shall pass away

then the reality of life shall surface
we all will also pass
as we all, including me
are passers by

read this message
with love

Grateful

Night Tunes

night sings quietly
a song virtually heard

the whoosh of clouds
rushing through a spooky spot of darkness
dew squishing out of the cool thin air
the clippity clop of a running bug

hushed, lush tones of private wonder
vibrate a sympathetic cerebral harp
and I am adjoined in the symphony

rhapsodizing till dawn

HUNT'S END

I slowly limp up to your form
lying still in final peace
then lay my hand on flank still warm
'twas I who caused your heart to cease

At such times my feelings always mix
sadness and joy, pride and regret
an ended life which I can't fix
a moment which I won't forget

But life always preys on life
your end came near instantly
a release from inceasing strife
I guess this is as it should be

Hear Your Heart

If you've ever heard
the beats of your heart,
you'd realize how great
they are.

their flawless
rhythm and rhyme
make the heart flow smoothly
to form the most
perfect sonnet
about life.

she rocks

she wakes late
the sun too high
he must be hungry
why hasn’t he cried

the bright (too bright)
lit room
teddies
mobile angels
sway

he is so tiny
but too still
too white

between two heart beats
eternity
splits

her mouth
obedient
opens to scream
but her voice betrays
too thin to penetrate knowledge
that slowly thickens the air

through viscous veils
of unreality
she reaches for him
clutches him tightly
shelters him beneath her heart

Your world and mine

Color my world,
my mind
and my life.
With the sweetness,
of your red soft lips.
Share me...
the dark blue sky.
Without the white clouds,
could cover...
my pearlness light.

girl blue

i had dreamt you
in lost lobbys
the gleaming knobbed
cigarette machine

the candy hued band
soothing sweet aspirations

horrible halls
forever land

and out past the clatter of
the old electric sign
blinking in the static of
winters first rush

the snow fell white as
a hookers jacket
rabbit soft and quick

beacon winking on the hill
and tractors hauling freight
shifting down and idling
at the light

we are amber ambiance
drugged with the hopeless
cause

TAKE YOUR DREAM...

'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches
above you and swing into the unreal vision of
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown,
carrying with you the experiences of pressing
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses
to fly into their psychedelic embrace.

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