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When I Have Fears (ellipsis)

I balance on the edge of that they call my lyric mind
and leave the bloody, cloven steps of razor’s walk behind.
Depression squeals, the choked muse reels and all I’ve wrought is thought.

We watch the flame the candle makes, but no one sees the wick.
The poet hides the closest parts because those parts are sick.
Nous runs amain, it flees the pain and all I write is naught.

What is this fear of showing self, of giving self away?
Mechanical I demonstrate and all I have to say.
I tell a tale and all bewail, but naught of poignant phrase.

Hurt me Not

Think of me when it hurts

I have faced greater misery
worth it's worth
and
having experienced more than most,
still upon mankind's wisdom and folly
I boast

alas some understand some don’t,
move on is all I say
none can have one's way

Well It's Better Than Being A Politician ( in limerick )

There once was a girl from Gorslas,
whose brain cells where shrivelled and sparse.
She was a bit crabby
and her buttocks were flabby
cos she constantly sat on her … Bottom.

Her job was to solder, they said,
which made her feel rancid and dead.
Her chin had grown stubble
and her back was bent double,
which made her near go off her head.

She worked with her hubby; so say,
breathing in fumes every day.
their bones anatomic
looked swollen bubonic
and their youth was soon whittled away.

Never Again

Hurt, wounded,
Fell off a train.
Bruised and sore,
Don't think I'll ever
go there again.

Let it go,
Slide off those rails
Remind yourself of better climes -
Happier times,
and be on your way...

Peanut Butter and Grape Koolaid

Peanut Butter and Grape Kool aid

Cool breeze from the fan
Is too cold for my skin
My body starts to ache

News reports from my laptop
Debt ceiling, shutdown, Obama care
Is all reporters talk about

In this dark dim room
Glowing red
From my black mini lamp

My first granddaughter
Sits by my side
Her head rests on my breast

Few minutes earlier
She was hyperactive
Playing Beyoncé on my iPad

My four feet walking cane
As if a microphone
She sings "1+1"

H E X

crucible
and ruin

rise the strain of stars
the stain of wraiths
like ghost nymphs
and number chancers

the sea shall swallow
all her tears
and atrocities

the sun will
crush
the ruin
in dust
and dunes make
the speaking
tongues
by haunted
quiet pools
miraged
the Ju Ju
song

Permanent Ink

Oh, why sell yourself
For a fraction of your worth
Are you filled with doubt
tell me so i can save you
from that deceptive darkness

I called on the northern star
To lighten up your sky
When You sulk away
It gives me an urge
to silence the voice
you listen to

You say,that your a failure
Look at that bookshelf
three books by a nobody
Is impossible, you hear me
Or should I raise the volume

Two Little Words

This poem
called on me
today.

Only two words
came
to ask if I would
like to
play,

Let
Love...

Yes, just
Let
and
Love...

Your heart
can write the rest.

I'm too busy
dancing.

FALL HARBINGER

Today the weather suits my mood
as doubts assail and old knees ache
and each direction I have viewed
drips, it seems, for the past's sake

The sky of unremitting gray
which sadly cries for today's youth
the wind which barely makes limbs sway
somehow they seem to be aloof

And colored wet leaves on the trees
are all aware that they'll soon fall
destined to fade and thus appease
the yearning of the winter's call

Just You Wait

I need to look at days gone by
To see if there are things that I
Have missed in my every day
Things at work and then at play

Do you know the things I miss?
A stolen look, that long soft kiss
The talks of love and other things
The friends I had, then my siblings

Things that may seem every day to you
To me they are lost, I can never renew.
It is an age thing I hear you faintly say
If I turn my hearing aid up all the way

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