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S l a v a c i o u s ..

pole stare
gather at the fire

I am mercurial in regards
of the mirages

slurry juice sluice

splashs out
the gashs
open mouth

the hunger shoes
fall one by one
the fingers grip

the long brunette
cascade
spillway
rush

rush on

THE HALO EFFECT

THE HALO EFFECT
I color my memories
lavender-blue
and bring sunlight in
for everyone to see
where there was none
entirely true
for me

Time sanctifies the years
Tears wash away the sins
A well-placed halo
will make the dark seem
less dim

Sunshine (Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge)(:-)

The sun came out at night, it was a reflection
The moon came out in the daytime it was real
The stars are there day and night I see only half.
Take these things in, and know what you see.

Mischief

light flickers and glows
fickle and fancy in manner
illuminating illusion,
delusion,
and the almighty hallucination
playing hocus pocus
with the mind's eye,
teasing truth to tears

I've seen love in pink charade
death as escapade
monsters grining from under the bed
jaunty parades of the lingering dead

light,
forever the cosmic clown,
wildly firing jolts and bolts,
knows no bounds of brilliance
or terror

An Opening.

For Nothing is aught else but Cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.

Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.

Another Chance

God have mercy
Give me another chance
Let me erase the past
And redraft my cast

My life has been
A big mistake
Lord, give me power
To cut and paste

Oh, how I’d like
To change my life
Especially the parts
I’ve cried and sighed

Can I choose
the actors in my play?
If so, it'll be
my happiest day!

Your Holiness, give me
Insight to realise
What is going on
Inside their closed minds.

the third sex

you define love so beautifully…only with a subtle difference …you are an idealist
today’s world is sexiest…they still feel
‘’’love lies between the thighs’’
and
that's what makes the world come out
from closets
as gays
and lesbians
the third sex LGBT
ought to also be recognized
as the channels of sex
as human minds are as different
as the urinary tract and hearing system

TRAINS

TRAINS
summer’s nighttime dreaming
streaming sweat of discontent
sleep tortured till dawn’s light
and morning breezes

trains weeping
high in the night
as they leave the station
waiting
to take me
to safe hiding places

J U I C Y

long before the hinterland
the winterland

this

nights against the dark hue of ebony
star raker stellar gardens

walk with me on the wide bermed beachs
sift for the gleam of amber
sip the cup of ambrosia from an
old war flask

"The best of both worlds"

you sigh wiping a strand of
hair from an eye

there are jungles of kelp
in the West you tell me
tall as an apartment block
full of life

you have dived
certified

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