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Guardian Angel (Mirror/rorriM)

Guardian Angel

when it's all over

only the wanting remains

the struggle goes unspoken

whispering Grandma's name

you feels the stirring echoes

of your Grandma's heart's gentle touch

you couldn't find words to tell her

you misses her so terribly much

now she's your special angel

watching down from above

guiding your uncertain footsteps

tenderly with all her love

knowing her spirit never left you

will bring comfort from the pain

Turn This Leaf

Turn This Leaf

If only I could fill up
all the leaves of the world,
One day I would become renowned,
But you know never will I be so crowned.

A bard though you may call me,
Others may think you are unsound,
But leaves some day will turn around,
Pages full you will read,
As upon my mind,
Alas!
So many breed...

No One Lives

It ceases
this profundity of abstraction,
and all I'm left with
just breathes.

I still go through the motions
of feeding my shadow
and declaring independence
for my vagabond soul.

Desire is four-leafed clover
hidden under my feet.
I go nowhere
but there is no defeat.
Walking
towards the flame,
all I am
just breathes.

Blue Women Blues

It would make a women giggle
and 'twould make a grown man cry,
but there's a blues I shall not shake
even past the day I die.

A kind of blues that's reckless
because we flew by the seat of our pants,
whether we ever was even with the girl
will haunt us at the chance.

She could've been any different woman
one could've cheated with, or without;
or maybe I never even tried
because I couldn't quite figure her out.

I DON’T DOUBLE DATE

I don’t double date
So I won’t start it with you
You had your own time
Moments of glorious repast
Things are not what they were

Survival is the name of the game
As much as I care for you
I need a lifeline to stay afloat
So I carry my wares to town
Not that I want to, but I must

I don’t double date
So I won’t start it with you
You must wait for my return
The wares sell big out there
From where I keep you going

One sided Conversation with an Atheist

Nothing
is
something.
So, you do believe in
something.

How could you not?

You have read a poem
only to find the poem reading you,
breathing you,
reflecting the dirty scars
only you know where
all the way from
here to when.

You have heard a song
and had it play you,
use you,
turn you into a divine instrument
plucking at Eternity.

it's not your mind,
or your body
but something
infinitely
more
Infinite.

Stricture

cut away the slack lines
let me drift in this tide
our sable blood has cooled
now our thoughts
congealed and settled
the sediments of trust
that sparkle of lust
like elmo fire gleaming
our our skins

I want a winter Love
a fire for the damp rains
and cold touch that
wind seeks
what my hunger slakes

like a gambler jittered
on such desired stakes

Secret...

Be bold...
Let the world know how you feel
Be scared...
You don't know how it will turn out
Dream...
Fantasy is often better than the reality
Do...
What are the consequences?
Question...
The madness of your thoughts
Share...
And be revealed

An uncertain voice .... alone

An uncertain voice…alone

Uncertainty came by today
stumbling on words it tried to say
we find must a better way
remember we fast are turning grey

Our passing times us by
we got to up step and try
make hear them our children cry
before we all down lay and die

And remembered be for what
another invention from eternal our swot
that mean doesn’t a whole lot if it
don’t world the save and all we got

Mockery

Pale copy duplicated
Echo of words already spoken
Thin gruel 

Praise caught in someone else's
applause
Sallow reflection

Similarity but no direction
A rejection 
No substance

Cracked version of  an original
fake, a sham
A mockery of viewers intelligence   

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