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Song

Yours will be the last song I sing
before I forget all the words
I've ever loved A puzzled
smile of gratitude A sigh
in sight of everyone
You are the breeze
I can breathe Just as
it’s always been A fall
slowed and softened
A whimsical waltz in
my final room
Look with me
through branches
at the only sun we’ll ever see
A lonely star that lives to
spare me our final goodbye
Be the sunset I need
Worship with me in the mercy
of loving you for
the words you chose

Next time we meet

I'm wondering when
next time we meet,
what form we'll take
in the next heartbeat

Will we be the rays
that blaze from the sun,
or could we be sprays
from when time began

Maybe as nightingales
we’ll sing to the moon,
or maybe as wolves
we’ll sing our own tune

Would that we shifted
dimensions and time,
maybe our hearts will
beat the same rhyme

Maybe as echos
through deserts vast,
or maybe a comet
that moseys on past

We Were Strangers...Feb. 2023 Challenges

Drenched in sweat and rain
ragged uniforms
Rotted boots, and feet in pain
wishing you were never born

In the middle of the night
on a battlefield
we met, were meant to fight
but found it easier to yield

Through the night we huddled
you showed me pictures, I showed mine
"You're like me", I was puzzled
"Before this, our lives were fine"

I hear voices in the dawn
"Better run now while you can"
I pushed the man across the lawn
watched him as he ran

Tomorrow is Another Day

Today was a bad day...

I tripped on my shoelace,
And knocked over a glass.
I scratched my finger,
And my belt loop got caught on a doorknob.

I forgot my wallet at home
When I went out to buy groceries
AND, I ran into someone from high school
And they recognized me.

Oh, and I forgot to mention…
I wore socks that kept falling into my shoe.
All. Day. Long.

Needless to say,
All the things that can go wrong in a day,
DID go wrong today.

The Merring's Dungal (The Stars Cry)

As I begin to fall away,
I send out waves of love
washing over all the world,
it starts out in the north
flowing south to my home

On every particle of dirt
I fibrillate odes of joy
beating deep into the core
buried in the earth's soil

I longed to leave a mark
but those not carved in stone
though this overflowing organ
never had a riverbed to flow

Linen fields are swaying
starlight is sparkling
one last time for me,
I'm giving away my soul
for innocence be gratis, freed.

Chariot To Hell... Feb. 2023

Blacked out window tint
Matte black paint and flames
Red leather steering wheel
crimson seats with his name

Muffled roar unleashed
that engine really purrs
and it jumps off the road
when you're giving it the spurs

Twelve hundred muscled horses
putting down to the rears
got an electric transmission
and six forward gears

Music assault from speakers
high decibels pouring out
You hardly hear what's said
even though he shouts

After Nighttime Snowfall

Black morning stillness
icy calm speaks dark reproach
shadows this landscape

The Birth of Ebony

A spirit has equal parts
of light and dark inside,
looking within myself
I saw a darkened tide

Released with revelation
I now rule over death,
throwing back my head
howling without breath

Guttural are the sounds
that rumble in my chest,
trumpets sounded time
the angels rose from rest

Know, he stole my innocence
filled a heart with fears,
took away my confidence
I knew nothing else but tears

Tomorrow

A girl looks to tomorrow
And she sees pure
Luminescence
No person
More radiate
She will be sunlight
Peaking through
Windows
At the break of the day

And she will no longer
Be the tomb
Of a mother's regrets
No longer the girl
Who sees self love as vanity
achievement as ego
No longer the girl
Who refers to herself
In third person
To escape the feeling
Of being in herself

Tomorrow will be
A better day
Where I will
Have my moment
In the sun.

She Certainly Was...

Contrary, she wore it
like a sparkling diadem.
So comely, yes
such fine angles
an oddity too, smiling
her secret thoughts,
rapt with unheard melodies.
Speaking only with violet
eyes, under lashes smokey,
dusting her peach
blushing cheek.
Unperturbed by the male
element amassing around her
like dogs in heat...

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