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So broken the pieces pierce
So torn the wound is open
Slick is the blood that burns in my veins
Boiling with rage for words unspoken

Drowning in sorrow of silence
Forever words landing on deaf ears
The screams gone into whispers
The cries a sad laughter

So beaten down my legs are weak
So angry my heart is burning
Lost in heartache
The vultures are circling

Longing for death to escape this pain
They see in my eyes the hardships you’ll never know


I gazed at the hole
Deep in the ground
End so unclear
Yet secrets to be found

I inch closer
Curiosity,peering near
Longing uncover what lies beneath
Answers so unclear

Nosiness got the best of me
I tripped over my mind
Into the hole I fell
Answers soon to find

But I never hit the bottom
For enternity I fell
A never ending spiral
Yet enchanting like a spell

And as I peered below me
Amazement I did find
For beneath me
My reflect did hide

SEASON OF MIRACLES ( Dec. contest)


Introspection fills my mind
on my walk from woods to home this eve
of all the loved ones left behind
leaving me alone to grieve.

Stars appear slowly one by one
I hunch my shoulders from the cold,
another day now come and gone
as both the year and I grow old.

I turn left when I reach the road
my staff resounds on asphalt street
on the final stretch to my abode,
a course I so often repeat.

"- So, lunch is on me then, eh? -"

lips suitably pursed,
pinkie raised
to the correct angle,
she sits and sips the last dregs of
life she's squeeezzed outta me,
a fitting accompaniment
to the thick slice o' succulent wallet
she's so elegantly carved out of my arse.

Dripping with greenback
for those blessed with perfect diction,
her lawyer comments on the tenderness
of my sauteed sweetbread,
"hummmm a little stringy,
but ever so nourishingly juicy".

At the Pass

The White Mountains appear blue.
Autumn colors are a frame.
I've had a hunger for this view.
Hues of red and yellow are brilliant
like the stars above this north country
on clear moonless nights.
Oak is magnificent.
Holly is the brightest red.
There is evergreen, vivid green,
much a part of the scenic scene.
A white birch stands alone in a field
but it certainly is not felt alone.
The Twin Mountain peaks are fogged
and the highest ridge disappears in clouds.

Kubla Khan
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

LadyBug Come To Visit

ladybug on my bed,
her body orange black polka dots,
white eyes watching me.

ladybug where did you come from,
it's wintertime outside,
four nights in a row on my bed.

first night, crawly on my forehead
second night, crawly on my hairline
third night bitten, I found nothing on my bed

fourth night crawling on my bed,
finally see you, out the door you go.

Colors of Change

Autumn sunlight casting shadows,
chasing summer dreams in shades of blue.
Bruising skies, Royal Purple storm clouds,
water like diamonds yet to glisten in the sun.

Exquisite Ruby ribbons drape gracefully, twining,
hide-and-seek within the looking glass.
Lightning reflections gaze back at the Sea,
vast with the knowledge of eons past.

Sweet Emily two tone bitch

let me enter nor rhyme to reason
its the changing of the season
proud to encounter drawer or the counter
music dear ash get a free pass;
time is for funny bring home the money
love is a strict thing play with my ding a ling
foster an encounter frig or the counter

she passes through the even groove
lay hold of the fountain
drive the magic mountain;
money for reason changing of the season
blame game to encounter a change of remedy


My life passes like phases of the moon
Shining bright for a moment before slowing disappearing into its self
It’s when the eclipse comes that you need to worry
When the light is stubbed out completely
That’s when the darkness takes over
All that burns bright will come back to bring life into the cold shadow of this place
The place where nothing is everything and darkness is light
The place we cannot escape for it is never ending, never ceasing, never yielding
You cannot escape without losing your mind


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