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smiler me!

make one smile each day
like in sunshine you make hay

Drifting Thoughts From Far Away

"Where To Go?"
When a drop of water falls
The sound echoes in darkness
In this world that has no walls
Where to go to relieve one's sadness?

"The streak of tears
on my painted cheeks
cannot be denied
under the sun's light"

"Castle Far Away"
In a castle far, far away
Two shadows dance In a palely lit hall
They twirl in circles
Never letting go of each other's hands...

Wedding Day

WEDDING DAY

andante lullaby

as long as it's andante lullaby
take any words and turn them into song
and even if you sing 'don't close your eyes'
for sure he'll be asleep before too long

it matters not the least bit what you say
as long as it's andante lullaby
and sung with gentle voice and tender sway
it's guaranteed to quieten his cry

...............oranges.........................

I can smell them in the kitchen
feel them in the rains that thundered in
hurricane season
the power flickering
the stereo pausing in mid step
frightened of its voice

a lonesome howl in the wires

tobacco blossom perfume
in a screw lid compact
moving I went from room
to room

dusky closets
with oilcloth
worn bare

a chair with a leaning leg
kneeling to tie her laces
the one bad knee from
the crash as a child

LOOKING AND SEEING

Look
is what
most people do
at the world as they pass by

Look at the forests
at the crowds
at flocks migrating
at clouds in an autumn sky

Look at the waves
of waters tossed by gusting wind
or rushing streams
grain fields that bend

But as you look, don't merely look
don't skim the details rapidly
take the time to really see
that the whole world is poetry

Grief of a Ghost

The light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?

All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue

Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace

perfumed explosion

wow, anytime spark ...
at the very thought of it
I would have read as
there are matches (boxes)
with her perfumed fingers
she would have lighted,
a puff
a smoke
a momentary joy!
out in the fresh air and open
now buried as memories untold
between the blinds and folds,
twas those times such matches recall
when two young ones
not yet that old
would suddenly explode...

manifesto 2

manifest is as a hologram of
frozen time

a potentiality
containing every possible outcome
of every possible circumstance

we wander the fragments
walk through emotion

and every thought
every choice
leads us
,

Chuck Steak...

In deep and darkened shadows
stood two shabby, soiled, dolls
They were sewed with ragged stitches
their faces screwed in scowls

Killer thought them cute, with little shiny knives
then they attacked together; malice in their eyes
Two blades of sharpened steel, stabbing at his knees
Killer sang out loudly, "What’s your name there, if you please?"

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