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WHEN I LEFT YOU

I said my prayers upon my knees a long, long time ago,
I’d genuflect and cross myself and let him take me so.
And when I felt I was at peace, I’d look upon his glory,
So I could know him lovingly and live within his story.

Inside church walls devotion used and there to give me lesson.
And learn the ways of the lord and accept I’m his possession.
Through all my life I said the words with duty and compliance,
Accepting God for all his good, yet still ignoring science.

Mondegreen meadow

Standing upon the bridge looking down to the scenery strikes wonder into my soul free.

an amorphous cascade of water running fourth, causing a halfhearted deadlock unto the dreadnought; getting caught up in the epitome of fleeting etiquette.
Enchanted by effervescent, flowing from the rocky crescent.

Evergreen tree’s light the breeze as a slow moving drift flows down from the moon-lit morning sky. Moved by such majesty.

-Sage Collet

Sepulcher of Self

Meet me at the graveyard, where the air is goosedown
Lilies of our memories respire, weighted with murmurs of dew

Through faded silk flowers and tawny sandy clay
We can traverse liminal space, witness death’s promenade

Try to find ourselves among the angels, moss, porcelain
Surrounded by the perfume of poetry, poison, loss

Sacred ghosts of the black wrought gate will let us through
But if we want to come out on the other side unscathed

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I wore fear
like a winding sheet,
leaving behind trails
of dead dreams

I held hope in my hands
and weeping, it slid
through my fingers
evaporating to naught

I undulated to music
praying for redemption
within the passage,
I was left bereft,
still, taciturn

But by relinquishing velleity
into the firmament,
and smashing my glass heart
for the loves' of my life

I've begun to believe
in miracles again,
I am finding the way
that comforts my soul

Your Leather My Lace

stripped of feelings
freedom from my heart,
might trip again but
will not fall apart.

you will never know
the mess you made.
trying to get inside
let it go, it will fade.

you think you know me
but you're wrong you do not.
I have fanned my fire
from warm to glowing hot.

you had the real thing
but threw it away,
now you dare to ask
for me to stop and stay.

I no longer care
so I give fair warning,
you may spend the night
just be gone before morning.

Sometimes, I Cry, and That's Okay

Sometimes I feel like I need to cry
And that’s okay.
Those are the days that I look forward to the most.
Those are the days that I need the most.

You taught me to stuff my feelings away
Because they weren’t as important as yours.

You taught me to hide my face
Just to save face.
Because you needed a smile on your mask.

You taught me to keep my throat locked up
In fear that I might say the wrong thing.

Curse of the Shu-Shu...

A big and black behemoth
looking like a hearse
Incongruous pearl-white top
couldn't have made it worse

My sister's daughter Julie
Couldn't say her name
her little mouth said Shu-Shu
I laughed and was to blame

She thought it awfully funny
when Uncle Guy would laugh
Shu-Shu sister Sheila
wasn't mad by half

A curse brought on by Shu-Shu
everytime she wanted rides
Transmission faults and batteries
flat tires by the roadside

I saw a video of a fish with a harpoon through it's head
You probably saw it too because it was all over the internet
It looked like it hurt but somehow it didn't end up dead
It was still swimming until it got stuck in a fishing net

I wonder if the other fish found it funny
Me? I didn't laugh at all
I know how it feels to be kicked whilst you are down
It's like watching the ocean waves roll, but they never reach the shore

Psychosis (In The Land Of Chaos)

I live in the land of chaos.
My mind has a mind of its own.
I struggle with normal situations,
Relationships are always unknown.

Psychosis, it’s called, so I’m told.
When you hear and see things not there.
Some call it clairaudience, clairvoyance,
But most are blissfully unaware.

Some might say that I’m crazy,
That’s something that I’ll always fear.
I know what’s real and what’s not but
I see what I see and hear what I hear.

The Queen of Hearts...

A curvaceous body hid
her frozen, cold steel heart
The warmth of imagination
disguised that awful part

Though there was no intention
he felt the steady draw
of lips and hips to his
and thought about the law

As he first felt desire
rise up in his veins
the thought of sin and punishment
said he was insane

She redoubled all her efforts
made him want her more
Her skin was warm and soft
she thrilled him to his core

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