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Death Is A Gentleman...

Look over your shoulder
See what is there
The air is much colder
You've stand-up hair

Nothing to see here
But you hear its' breath
Hello my sweet dear
It's me, your own death

I'm not ready to go yet
There's so much to do
Wouldn't make a bet
I was going to see you

Don't take it unkind
But, I don't want to go
If you really don't mind
I'm scared, you know?

Earthlings... [May Contest]

What an awesome place to live
This blue wrapped planet
Full of water
Circling a yellow star

They call it the Goldilocks zone
Not too far and not too close
Nobody here but us...
I wonder why no one comes to visit?

Maybe our neighbors are afraid of us
After all, we have let the place go to hell
Killed off most of the wildlife
And put up a parking lot

I see those unidentifieds zoom by
I'll bet they're scared of us
Kinda like being on the wrong side of the tracks
After dark

Escape from reality

There's a place I love to tarry
when my strength is gone,
when my eyes are dizzy,
when my stomach is churning,
when I am ridiculed and castrated by hunger,
I crawl to mama's fireplace.
I lie there and drift into fantasy-land,
where I dine with kings and queens.

There's a place I love to tarry
when mama has nothing to cook
and I don't know where my next meal will come from,
I slip into fantasy-land
and eat in grand eateries.

The Paintbrush

High in the sky, buried among the clouds
Warmth carried on the breeze
Painted vibrant hues of joy
Heavier, clouds grow, grey
No matter, high above is play
Sinking, unnoticed, heavy raindrops fall
Firm ground, jumping, shorter, louder
Climbing, reaching for the sky, no problem
Red paintbrush growing, covering, blinding
Kicking, screaming, prickly wind, hit in the face
Plant a seed, grow a flower, call for the rain, louder, louder
Still to jump, still to fall, forgotten
Puddles, flooding, sinking, take a deep breath

Supply & Demand

Are you looking for love
Or are you looking for me?
We are the same flesh
Different souls
We are queens
Of competing islands

I will make you feel
Like she never can
Break your heart
Bring you back begging for more
She will spellbind you
Promises of tomorrows never met

We are the combination
Of a life lived in questions
Never worthy of answers
Always craving more
Fragile existence
Dominant disposition

It's My Memory...

The midnight oil lights my night
It tries to show the way
But my eyes grow dim and my sight
Doesn't see like yesterday

Oh woe is me, I wish for strength
Like I had in youth
The nights grow longer in their length
The days more short on truth

The lies we tell unto ourselves
Ever to keep us calm
Rely on memories from the shelves
Applied to our souls as balm

Different memories I have got
Of those friends so long ago
But I'm alive and they are not
They can't say it isn't so

Pieces of the puzzle

May my image forever hold
Its weight in scale and gold
Distorted it will soon seem
Unavoidable with sweet time
And the space in between
But still, wrap it with a bow
And fancy heart arrows
Because somewhere in there
A wild love is all you know
When you look back on us
After finding out who you are
On your couch, or in the car
I hope you smile and trust
That it was not for nothing
Despite of how we tried
To empower each other
And mirror endless love
There was nowhere to hide

smoke rings in the dark

I swear
I didn't light it to watch you burn

I long to watch the smoke rise
up from your bottom lip
and gather round your eyes

Moving like the frantic still shot
of our empty sheets

If only someone would push play

What tempest would undo
our stale mate hearts...

etchling

you've drawn a line around my heart
my words cannot escape
but my dreams...

my dreams come cloaked in quiet rescue
whispering your name
like the promise of spring
riding the pale back of winter storms

i await their betrayal

Phantoms of the Moor...

In the mists of the midnight Moor
Are things you don't want to see
They follow you right to your door
I know, they've followed me

I've seen the Hound of the Baskerville
Eyes glowing and all red
It takes all of my trembling will
To come out from beneath my bed

There's ghosts of ladies all in white
Werewolves and vampires too
The mists are hiding all kinds of fright
Believe me, it's all true

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