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Desert Storms

My place of patience always fleeting
Slipping through my very hands
Blown about by my hot air
Like storms that rise from desert sands

It’s best not to disturb the grains
For to the wind they would be cast
Instead I’ll steady mind and heart
Until the savage storm has passed

Rescinding to my inner self
Reflective meditation deep
A trance divine and self imposed
Now awakens me from sleep

Bonfire

Remind me once more
What a man is for
So I know what to forget
Build with me a bonfire
The bones are here but brittle
We are each just a set of impressions
Made and had
Paper soldiers
Biding time on the back page
Burn not the effigy
When the blood you spilled
Was for the man in me
The little lives you traded
For the one we couldn’t make
Paint a picture of a lonely life
I can't make due with holy
Having trafficked in sin
I'll not settle for silence

Colors

Red, orange, pink and blue,
these colors make me think of you.

The sun rests and the moon wakes,
the clouds cover the dying rays.

The color will die, and darkness will ensue,
but I'll always keep the thought of you.

In My Element

The river flows with such an intensity
that the very earth is torn away with its current.

The hurricane blows,
Ripping apart everything in its path.

The ocean crashes,
Digging caves and capsizing entire ships.

Destructive by nature
Stronger than any living being,

The very same element that flows through me,
and sustains life itself,

is gentle enough to fall from the sky
and wash away my tears.

(Your Name Here) In Nothing Land

I'm a lonely person
who walks this world
in search of
something.

People say to grab
the world
with your finger tips
but all I feel is
nothing.

Nothing has become
me, nothing
will always
understand

While I go long on
this road to
nothing...
Nothing Land.

Wolf Moon

Beneath the moon
The foreboding moon
Raven tress and bare skinned
She came...

The beast within him
Raged with anticipation
As he sunk his teeth
Into her nape

Blood oozing from her wounds
Sanguine stains across her breasts
Gently he brushes a claw
Against her vapid cheeks

Now it was only a matter of time
Before their species intertwined
A gutteral howl rose from deep inside
She was now part of his blood

Life Can Change

It's funny how fast your life can change
How fast you can be flipped upside down
One minute you're working and smiling
And the next you're lying on the ground

That was me, I was living a happy life
But then my dream took me by surprise
From then on I had a hunger for success
It took quite a while for me to realize

Sometimes we think we're falling apart
Our worlds are only falling into place
I worked my body into the ground
And my dreams I continued to chase

Caught in the Act

You used to sing sometimes
    in your man-cave under the house
        when we were playing outside:
 
It’s only words and humming
       and words are all I have -
            a song not meant for six-year-olds;
 
You had more than words,
       even back then I could sense,
            I knew somehow there was more:
 
The look in your eyes and 
    delight clear in the wrinkles

Jenny, can you hear me
asleep on your satin bed?
I've talked to you so often
sometimes only in my head.
We'd awaited your arrival
safe inside your mother's womb.
We knew that with your looming birth
your beauty soon would bloom.

your mother slowly rocking
singing pretty little songs,
hoping you could hear them
Wishing we could right your wrongs,
Casket satin makes your bed
under a great willow tree,
sheltered from the elements
Unattached from man's debris.

Straight ahead

A straight dirt path. No
one
knows what comes after
this
sign that reads DO NOT
STOP

Not even me or
who
or anyone soon,
Where
am I supposed to
go?

I go straight now, don't
I?
But I don't know
why
or how, I even
am.

Do I walk the path
which
might lead to death, or
cut
my own path through the
vines?

Do I sit myself
down
and rest the night or
get
up and run towards
what?

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