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2:23am

It's quiet, but my thoughts are alive
It's dark, but there are fireworks in my mind
It's still, but my soul rocks
It's calm, but the silence stops
It's peaceful, but something is abound
It's serene, but my ear hears a sound
A sound of someone I know
A sound of somewhere i've been
The smell of fresh air
The leaves in the wind
To a setting sun
Reminding me of your glow
From a coastal town
Forgotten long ago
The peace flows through me
And my body drifts to sleep

Angel and the Dyke

 

Angel comes around to you so soon, do you trust in him? Do you think it a sin?

His concern a bulging dyke, holds the weight, mountains of condescension,

It’s cracked wall, plugged with empathy, nods of approval, and smiles of encouragement.

You decide, give in, lean on him, for the sake of love, for this depression Armageddon.

 

Wings of moonlight, secrets from nighttime corners, you trust in the way of ethereal flight.

I-95

I went down south up to North Caroline,
Curving through straight lines dotted on I-95,
Swerving between feeling ok and losing my mind,
Just trying to leave my tattered troubles behind,
And far away.

I packed a light bag with a heavy mind,
Spurning thoughts churned up from deep inside,
I flew in my car on the ground just killing time,
Just trying to get away from everything close behind,
For maybe a day.

Musings

Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.

What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your pessimism,
past heartbreak or fear.

The past itself can deviate
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.

Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly
blissfully oblivious to crypto-
currency shenanigans linked into

fiendish scammers after which
I (especially me button nose) didst glow
(giving Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
a run for his money)
whence rage,
on par with wrath of Khan,
whereby mine money
witnessed lightspeed outflow.

Star Gazing

Far above the city lights
The campfire fades away,
Midnight lends its darkness
The stars come out to play.

Look into the night time skies
Constellations span the scene,
There is Orion and the dippers
In early morning, so serene.

The constellations, not all seen
What else might catch our eye?
The grace of a passing comet
Falling stars might just pass by.

It might be the Sisters, Gemini
Appearing together two by two,
In a sky a million light years past
The Milky Way comes into view.

Fairytale Waltz

"Can we dance on the moon?", she asks.

"We might even be graceful there, low gravity and all,
but the scientists don't recommend it", I reply."

"Well, if we hold on to each other at least
we'll be together if we jump too high
and float away.", her playful remark.

"Well, scientists be damned! I can't think of anyone else
I'd like to be with out there among the stars.", I assure her.

MY MOUNTAIN

Hercules wouldn't dare climb it...
My great mountain of things unsaid
Mount Silence! It stands staunch and sturborn..
Looming over me, like a debt to be paid
"Don't look at me like that", I said...
As I reminded the Mountain of that vow we made.

CAN I GO AGAIN ONE MORE TIME?

Destined to be love's fool
Used and abused until I'm a blunt tool.
Like the serpents of old that spit and drool
Love swallows me whole
As ancient majestic snake do
Just to cough me out into her chamber pot
Where I am but one with her stool,
Reduced to nothing but sadness and rot,
I wallow in her slime and grime
To find rock bottom there were hell lies
In my sad state, heaving heavy sighs
I can't help but stare into her remorseless eyes
Where upon I glimpse a terrible beauty in her hate

Did I

I sat along this river bank, did I,
noticed the way the water weaves
from north to south so casually
as if it had nowhere to be.

I walked these wooded paths, did I,
and pondered on the speckled leaves
that fell to earth so gracefully
as if in homage to the tree.

I listened to the dove, did I,
the wren, the jay, the cheeky crow
who sounded delightful and carefree
as if they could sing endlessly.

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