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from a pillow I see...83 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 21 3:29 AM 2006. In Contemporary
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Time.
What had become of me? -
Furies assaulting, pulsing, ringing
breaching the ramparts of our exposed sticky blood -
Anna sent a letter to dear old Santa
not a selfish girl is she, -
What is she doing tonight, I’m wondering?
Is she lost in another of her black and white dreams?61 lines, 46 comments, on Nov 8 11:41 PM 2005. In Other -
She is radiant there in the moonlit night.
Why did he not notice her beauty in life? -
The incubus of loneliness is upon her now,
devouring her loveliness and stealing her soul from me... -
A man without equal, he, full of loving and kindness
awakening her dreams like no other has done -
Last night I had a nightmare
and the blood is still on my hands -
a companion piece written for Molly Densmore's 'Falling and Barren'
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It was a time of nightmares and horrible dreams,
loneliness, and screams in the night. -
I’m in the rain, I see dark clouds
though there’s a garden at my feet, -
The sleep soon drifts to silver snows
slipping through ripples of the mind -
What do we dream upon the sand?
Scenes no one will understand- -
Next room.
A broken heart -
Sad and dark,
dark and sad, -
I traverse the mists on the forest floor
her tracks fresh, the scent a strong outpour -
Who is Micha- I do not know.
She is brand new in my eyes -
A very rare gem, this mysterious traveler
addressing the neglected avenues of love -
Deep into the solitude
of a starry night -
I saw a purple rose in the silver snow.
I passed it by. I don’t know why.36 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 28 7:59 PM 2005. In Love
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An editing odyssey from 'To Drink of Poison'
to 'My Love Returns, Battered, but True' -
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Once upon a wicked weekend, while I wandered in, lost and bleary
I stumbled upon a brassy bird whose only utterance was “Absurd”. -
But I'm just a puppy puppet puppeteer in a pup tent.
Want to regale in my puppetry? -
We love our master,
But he is sad. -
A girl is abused, abandoned, misused
By one she innocently loved and trusted210 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 20 8:25 PM 2004. In Hope
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Our eyes had always met
In mutual joy -
Our eyes had always met
In mutual joy -
A girl is abused, abandoned, misused
By one she innocently loved and trusted210 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 20 8:25 PM 2004. In Hope
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We love our master,
But he is sad. -
But I'm just a puppy puppet puppeteer in a pup tent.
Want to regale in my puppetry? -
Once upon a wicked weekend, while I wandered in, lost and bleary
I stumbled upon a brassy bird whose only utterance was “Absurd”. -
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An editing odyssey from 'To Drink of Poison'
to 'My Love Returns, Battered, but True' -
I saw a purple rose in the silver snow.
I passed it by. I don’t know why.36 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 28 7:59 PM 2005. In Love
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Deep into the solitude
of a starry night -
A very rare gem, this mysterious traveler
addressing the neglected avenues of love -
Who is Micha- I do not know.
She is brand new in my eyes -
I traverse the mists on the forest floor
her tracks fresh, the scent a strong outpour -
Sad and dark,
dark and sad, -
Next room.
A broken heart -
What do we dream upon the sand?
Scenes no one will understand- -
The sleep soon drifts to silver snows
slipping through ripples of the mind -
I’m in the rain, I see dark clouds
though there’s a garden at my feet, -
It was a time of nightmares and horrible dreams,
loneliness, and screams in the night. -
a companion piece written for Molly Densmore's 'Falling and Barren'
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Last night I had a nightmare
and the blood is still on my hands -
A man without equal, he, full of loving and kindness
awakening her dreams like no other has done -
The incubus of loneliness is upon her now,
devouring her loveliness and stealing her soul from me... -
She is radiant there in the moonlit night.
Why did he not notice her beauty in life? -
What is she doing tonight, I’m wondering?
Is she lost in another of her black and white dreams?61 lines, 46 comments, on Nov 8 11:41 PM 2005. In Other -
Anna sent a letter to dear old Santa
not a selfish girl is she, -
Furies assaulting, pulsing, ringing
breaching the ramparts of our exposed sticky blood -
Time.
What had become of me? -
from a pillow I see...83 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 21 3:29 AM 2006. In Contemporary
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My insouciant insomniac
inebriated eyes unshuttering the night34 lines, 13 comments, on Sep 5 4:21 AM 2008
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