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unfolding she

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budding lips kiss the sun curtsy through the breeze guided beneath radiant beams delicate petals fall unfolding she petals fall one by one unfolding she from mucky meadows of the plummy arum listen. as throated wind exhales deep–and echoes “Amon Ra” “Amon Ra” “Amon Ra” unfolding she delicate P   E T      A             L    S fall … Read more

There Ain’t No More of Me

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Aint no more of me to give to you

There ain’t no more of me to give to you. Dry as the desert August wind high hopes for Love to quench There ain’t no more of me for you to pick apart Roadside raven plucked and torn There ain’t no more of me to give to you. My life–a shell of broken promises, A … Read more

Abandoned in the Doldrums

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Alone and waiting this ship I sail Greater depths of doldrums ne’er been Blistering sun, charring skin Nor whisper of wind–He let us fail Stagnant sails surface doubt On this course I chart anew Rumblings from the misfit crew Misfits and seekers, all the louts Return us not Onto craggy shores Though still waters not … Read more

Grappling Beasts and Chained Dogs Watch

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My love is guarded She–a fortress surrounds Protected from outer forces, equal to those within Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch Keep her close Keep her safe Alone. She sits while Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch The thought of losing her–too much to bear, Only for he. Thus, locked she stays Grappling beasts and … Read more

Dancing Depths of Doubt

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Woman sinking into depths

Dance in the delight Of doubt. Find comfort Shrouded in arms of ambiguity. Grasp firm with fatigued fingers of faith, A lead weight. An anchor she sinks. To the depths Of the sea. Drop with her,           and sink Down the dancing depths of doubt. Her resting place. Her home. Allow … Read more

Pull Me Through the Darkness

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darkness, depression, swamplands, swamp

Pull me through the darkness. I am numb to feeling anything: happy, sad, joy, anger, grief. Numb to feeling. Joy has escaped me–it’s left my body, taken a midnight bus to anywhere but here and taken the fine china of life with it. Why am I feeling so numb and empty? Help me feel again. … Read more

The Puzzle

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For better or worse, the old man got himself into this mess. A phone number jotted receipt cradles the sweaty mason jar as the scribbled digits bleed into non existence from the sweating jar. Purging one last chance at redemption. Nor does it save the scaled stains on his Goodwill Coffee table as condensation floods … Read more

Coyote – The Trickster, the Shadow & Individuation

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I have #2 issues and it’s become a #1 problem. Yeah, I know…not sexy. I bore this pain baby three days ago and it’s been with me every part of the day. It’s quite uncomfortable. Imagine someone digging their fingernail into your skin to the point of pain and keeping it there like a physical … Read more