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Rest Area

It was late in the day when he pulled in
Eyes road weary and heavy with worry
Gently crusted with saline tears
Vehicle loaded with mountains of sorry

Turned off the ignition, for moments he sat
Wishing that he could turn off the world
Felt futility down that path of thought
Returns reluctantly into the fold

First thing he does is examine the car
There’s flotsam and clutter and trash all around
Parting gifts from old traveling companions
In the form of dead weight that’s still slowing him down

Daddy Knows (a child's memories)

Daddy Knows

sister says,
I broke her best dolly
daddy knows
I only play with
my fort construction kit

I prefer log cabins
to doll houses, and
I love my plastic
figures of horses,
cowboys and Indians

Daddy likes me getting
up early
to go in the boat
fishing.
just he and me.
I can bait my own hook
just as he taught ;)

Falter Again and Again

Falter Again and Again
Leaves blowing in the wind,
Men with sharp blowers
Gather all of them in
Fallen leaves gathered up
Wonder about their fate
Tales that mesmerize
As men drink with haunted eyes
Which wonder the same thing
Covering their foreign hands
Unique, yet filled with power
Hands that often falter
As do minds and hearts
Just remember vessels
stay hot
Not cold
Cracks make for beauty
As the forging breaks apart
Golden pots never honor
Despite the counterfeit world

OCEAN OF HUMANITY

IN A BIG CITY,, IT IS LIKE AN OCEAN, ITS HARDER TO SEE AND PERCEIVE THINGS TOO CLEARLY, LIKE WETHER YOU ARE HANDSOME' OR BEAUTIFULL.
PERSPECTIVES CHANGE RAPIDLY PEOPLE LOOK DIFFERENT' LIKE A FOGGY DAY
MORE LIKE FISH CLEAR DAYS' MORE GEOMETRIC PERFECT' LIKE NOSES.
SOMEONE ONCE SAID TO ME INA CAFE CAN YOU SEE YOUR FACE TO ME THAT WOULD
BE MOSTLY IMPOSSIBLE.

Dream Nasty

When I dream, I dream of you

About the things I want us to do

Whenever we lay in our bed

These are the things in my head

I want us to fly on ecstasy wings

Where we can enjoy the nasty things

We would go too far away lands

Roam to wild places with our hands

Kiss with an unmatched passion

Make love like it was going out of fashion

We would extend the night into the day

Our imagination would have its way

When the sun in all of its majesty rose

We would have done things nobody knows

Witch's Night

T'was moon high and blood deep
Stars bright within the darkness
The air fell still as the black cat screeched
Above the flames, my cauldron steeped

I am the descendant
Of the last witch hanged
Magick flows within my veins
Between the veils I reign

Fear me for my rage knows no limits
Snatching the souls of those who wronged me
Listening to the screams as they melt in the pot of regrets
I am not one to forgive and forget

The Morning After

Meet new day with restored vigor
My heart is light and full of you
You start the race and pull the trigger
Your engine is now revving too

I want to dance now, soul to soul
You of course always agree
With sultry swaying, rollicking
Matching movements made by me

Now in dark of early morn
Before the sun begins to show
I sit and smile and radiate
Basking in this afterglow

Senryu

A senryu
What will politics now solve?
Vote for the right one,
And nothing will resolve.

Vampire Lair

One foggy night you heard the call,
In forest deep it would befall,
That you'd be lured into the deep,
Ambling forth while fast asleep,

And as you felt a gentle touch,
In dream-like state you thought as such,
That it would be a handsome prince,
With tender words he did convince,

Until you woke to find him there,
With blazing eyes and famished stare,
While razor fangs gave end to life,
Heed not the call that makes grim rife.

Ocean waves

Sandy beaches
I wish to sit sit on
Calm my nerves and meditate
The ocean communicates with me
The birds in the sky glide with the wind

I close my eyes and breathe
The wind waft through my hair
Feels like I'm floating
The birds and I rise in floating symphony

This sense of calmness
Is nourishing to the soul
The ocean wave rise and fall
Talking tide
It rises and falls
The calm sea is never dull
The moon is reflecting light

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