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ONE DAY I'LL GO TOO

Stopping beside a new clear cut
which wasn't here last week.
Old logging road's a skidder's rut.
Life's blood of pine stumps leak
perfuming this new ruin's air.

Weather is southern summer hot.
A whirlwind raises memories;
ghosts of where game once was sought
on land once shaded by tall trees.
Mixed woods that are no longer there.

dub

we wasted false idols
bathing in the turn basins
a summer sky flamed
voltile

crawling through weeds
the summer shone
in your rich irises
the night burned
in the bright pupil mystery

the dead apostles we scrawled
on our mounts
war horses
scratched

like us
enriched with scars
believers of the great pain

I'd Damn Your God

I’d Damn You God

They try to break us
using a people who are lost,
never seeing what is given
as labour, only counting cost.

Their ivory and silver tower
a testimony to greed, money
rationed out like it lives,
ignoring what people need.

Imported beggars nod off each morning,
I hear soft rumblings, is it a warning.
Will it be heard by those who drain
our power, will I see the end the final
hour.

too many poets

hardly any readers
this site is going slow,
so many lie low
many don't know
where else to go

so in the embers
of a dying fire
we all want to search a glow
perhaps that was a
glow worm
no show…

CAUTERIZE

GARTERS RED
SILKEN
ONCE CARESSED
LAY LIMP
FROST COVERED

WHITE SKIN PEARLS
LANGOUR
VISIONLESS

WOUNDS BREATH
A VAPOR

SIPHONED

GALLOWS STEP
HOODED LIFE
STRETCHES THE ROPE TAUGHT
SEALED

ISLANDS

ISLANDS

Somewhere in space and time
I lost a life that was mine.
all things seem strange to me
suddenly
I don't fit any longer
in a world
of cozy corners.

My days are understated
and the silence sinks deep
into isolation

I feel the edge of glass
cutting words
indifference
cold and sharp
rip and tear
into my heart.

You're the breath,
the scent I inhale
with air to give me
a life after death.

I live you.

You're the warmth
the blue that shows
through overcast,
and the eyes
of the heart.

I live you.

Let our hearts
escape to reach
where nothing
would breach
and preach
but love.

I live you.

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The original by Mark

I live you…

HAVING FINAL SAY

Oh! to have that final word !
for that entire nations gird
and go to war
how absurd

And you and I as well as him
so wish to have it over them
that final word, whatever for
truth and rightness become blurred

And diplomats and treaties too
seek it ever and anew
sifting rubble and the char
resulting from that final word

Will you give up child and wife
drive them and friends out of your life
'till all have been expelled afar
'cause you Must have that drunkard's word?

Canto Eleven ~ The boy returns to the battlefield in search of the young mother’s corpse.
He seeks the scent of the rose that had permeated the place where she had died and comes aided by a magical spell the witch has shown him. It will warn of spirits that linger near. Specifically hers, but also the few others remaining that could possibly interfere. The prospect excites him, for the spell allows him to feel as well as see the souls of the recent dead. Long terrified of his own emotions, he revels in the bliss and agony of others.

o..p..a..l..i..n..e..

Night staggers
the ruin of shells beneath her
steps

the blood of stars
from her goblet

a forest full of hunger
wet from a stream
drawn like a string

a bow of season
damp

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