Living this Dream [Shadow]

Through the looking glass

of

The dream

of:

You. Sharp movement of pen

upon pearl white page.
You practice the practice of poetry,

craft of crafts. Connecting to

portals of existence, everywhere

a window.

Shutting out the sound of silence,

accessing the words of the

wilds, molding the writer’s chair

into a seat of power.

The…

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Oddities of the Odysseys

Poet of the modern age -
War paint upon face, sage
All the world a stage

What of the shadows of the mage

What

of

The wilderness/maze. Made
For

A one man parade. Hyperspace

of dead soldier

Face. Sometimes sun-shine
is a melting

line.

Continuing

to

Trod. And

it’s

Odd

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Cipher

Poems
***

Of Ink: Can You Dig it

I

Shovel in Earth, fresh

with momentary

rain.
Every grain

a

part

of the formation

formulated

by

The brain

II

Make-shift domain
the things

from

scenes

of

Dreams

III

What can it mean

when

despite every

thing

You

Still

Believe

IV

What can

it

mean

when the things

of

This scene

Mean

Nothing

V

What can it mean

Walking

the

flatline…

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Here, to break the days of the now

Time’s sands, slipping through hands. Halo of fading light, the cold of the depth of night
Dark halo as portal to the great below.

How One could just Slip Away, lips pressed upon a Dark array of the broken day -
Consciousness careened.

Light lies

in

bright

eyes. Captured in forward and backward enrapture. The light…

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