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It's taken me years to get back to where I started, I've been pounding against the same doors for years and each time she opened she said I looked tired..she looked at my eyes and motioned to the couch, "I'm just trying to rest for a minute", we both knew I wouldn't be staying for long. Theres a part of her that wants me gone before I sit down, "
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rustle whisperings over the shoulder
and the time
shyly she nudged him in his sleepless crib,
their eyelids falling slowly weighs down
atop the hood of the abandoned automobile,
fingertips tracing silent reveries and the cold
frost upon the windshield, to the east dawn is soft
as gossamer
woven of gentle gestures
between trembling lungs they lay so still
stargazing
wordsblown
beneath the viaducts concrete they were
overcoded hearts of petrol
drums slow and heavy catching
bewildered scratching circuitry, wires tangled
frays and the rivers running blood and veins
sunken the gears grease
edges shapeless submerge
batteries juiced the electric
worldsblown
so
far
below, our bellies burning and lionheart
hungers gnawing churn stomachs
desires crave devour
drone of the wasps
hives of the restless
kinds apart we floated as the pages
turn wingclipped
bindings unspun
the jellyfishes bloom our tentacles
sway and grasp for anything propulsion,
littered noise and syringing
venom between the letters lore
and annotations as the strings
salted waves reverberations collapses,
scattered the seaweeds
where the sands meet the waters
cooling inlays
she looks on
a necklace of tiny lights arcing
alit the sky and upended from her vanity,
the binary coruscations
refracting barely perceptible
from underneath, squid inks and the rushes
of surfaces
all frozen above us,
disappearing
so
slowly
dissipating
visions cleaving where the tapestry
bends thin and dissolved
within whorls of clouds casted
skies fog of the glasses
filtering in the haze of then and when
the ice splinters,
between the shards and sharp slivers,
we surfaced
as searing as the sounds of sirens
and thunder roaring echoes warning
bleeds blue-red blinking
blur outside my curtainlace,
and the slip by day of the nite
i dreamt
i
heard your ship shearing across the horizon
swollen waters deep braiding
and its fading departure.
i could see from the harbor
your masts
stretch towards a new begin,
curving directionless
your frame
along the bow...
and when by tomorrow i am
awoken to the world
from a terribly
long sleep,
where the oceans kiss the skies and i
look for you
and when i feel a cool breeze
The dove's soft song about roses
I hear that again
and then
i
open my eyes
and
you're already gone...
and i wonder to where you're headed
and i think about you
sailing on your way
to turn the page
towards a new shore...
somewhen in the shallows
of a distance to a century
soundless, i was lost in the lakes
i lay
low squinting by the rockywinds
making shapes in muds and the slow tides gravelly
banks tar crimped, stripmalls, and trafficlights
miles and extending
nearby the sandy dunes and shoals and windmills
where the lakeshores shone
some time ago,
filaments flickering
of the old lighthouse and through the storm,
i was filling my pockets
with stones and the silences of years
unspoken,
i
lost my way
some
when breathing
barely
below the otherside
of ground,
i'd forgotten
how and if i was still
never and ever
even
moving at all...
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we take our whispers along the eaves with such great distances
and voices taciturn retrace our footprints fading
so that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
long ago when we too are dusts reclaimed
the verses undone and things left unsaid.
the roads are long and time is falling through me like an old film reel
celluloid unspooling and gently the light
leaking through the curtainlace we've drawn
these frames before
within our skins
leaning into tomorrow hymns of the silver rains
eclipse of morning
muted focus
colors softly
palettes of memory that pulsate within impressions
the forgottens swallowing ourdays
in tones of drowsy words
left soaking in alabaster moonlight
that tiptoes along the waters arise and crests,
dance of the seas
and when the waves finally break and the tide
shores landings descend
as delicately a blue swallowtail
falling quietly
the branching candelabras craning
towards the aether and overtaken
by the rapids currents,
the trunk of the old majestic oak
floating downstream slowly
where we buried
last nite's city
within the teardrop shaped throw,
hollow lies and uncertain promises,
the bone dry silences and fragile
the wishes
we carved into the bark
and stole from the roots,
the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
where there are melodies unsung
but the rhythm still does,
and where
ive always seen you.
*
tonite, the asphalt plies our city
fallen a sea of snow
peaceful
stillness sparkles across
a quieting hush
beneath a winters sky.
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(ps hope things are goin a bit sweeter for ya.
have a wonderful & beautiful
tomorrowday my friend. :)
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