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How long does it take?
An idea to take hold…
I yearn for it as I twiddle my thumbs.
An itch that I can’t tear away,
an addict without its fix
Clueless I type,
stringing misguided ideals into soulless scripture.
Throw in an analogy I think…
Like the headphones around my neck,
its wires a strung up mess. -
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Hands
These tools,
forged and tempered.
Through determination,
resolve and strength.
These hands,
worn and sculpted.
Within the labyrinth of scars,
each telling a tale.
Your fingers,
treading softly,
caressing lovingly,
intertwining with mine.
Our hands,
destined, we embrace.
Interlocked, woven,
hand in hand, we walk. -
Dreamcatcher
My fingers, a net,
glides softly through your mind.
Catching ill thoughts,
consoling ideals,
banishing your terrors.
Your head cradles my lap,
silk runs against my weathered hand.
Sleeping soundly, clutching my shirt,
you mutter sweet melodies,
in the safety of my loving warmth. -
Lucid
“How do you like your sleep, Sir?”, said the bartender.
I replied, “….insomnia with a twist”
She slid me a glass of obsidian nightmare, I downed in one.
Awakened, from what felt like eons,
lost within the labyrinth of my mind.
I pondered, “Is it over, did I wake up?”
She replied, “You never slept.”
…oh -
A racing heart, my only companion in this cimmerian room.
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Looking for cosmonauts…
An ocean of stars coursing free,
waves crashing onto celestial bodies.
Elated, we smile hopping on nimble toes
from one comet to the next.
Brown strands of your hair, a cosmic mess
falling slowly to my shoulders.
We Orbit the sun, satellites in endless waltz,
solar flares enhearten lustful ideals.
Caught in a cosmonaut’s gaze your amorous hazel eyes luminate.
I…lost for words smile this crescent moon,
feeling you nestle into my arms, we bask in astral oceans
allowing mild solar waves covet us. -
We were gifted the world in romantic gesture. Burning it to glass.
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Lonesome Heart
The heart, cast aside into a yawning chasm
as it cascaded down, ensnared on jagged rocks.
It bleeds clawing to little hope left, stone gives way.
What started as discovery, meaning;
began spiralling out of proportions.
There it laid under the rubble of worries,
as tears of pain fall to slowly flood this gaping wound.
The heart pondered in wait as the chasm filled,
“Why do you let me keep falling in this lonesome hole”. -
Drive
The pedal to your mettle,
propelling you to keep going.
Vast open roads, devoid of life,
that colossal golden target on the horizon.
Gasoline coursing through these veins,
pumping the cam shafts of the heart.
Ignition, that aura, an inferno passion,
a joyride to new worlds.
Shoddy shoddy shotgun,
riding till the days done,
nothing but the four wheels and the
lines that dart between them.
Ghost towns, slow down,
hope that you can see them.
Never stop in farming towns
for fear that you will be shunned.
