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    I Believe

    Water of night Ever bright Glimmering iridescent With vague dreams Of heavenly seas Ever bright Splendid lights See into me Without fear I weep Splendid lights What a sight Simmering hope With eternal thoughts Of fragrant thee What a sight Serene height Tepid heart Without doubt I believe  

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    Splintered Glass of Mind

    Splintered glass of mind Shattered mine Memories like quicksilver slip from my thoughts Playfully dancing in pools of words It dares to reflect, my painful game So to learn that which brings A bit of cohesion Memory of me It melds this mirror of my mind What is it that I own that is mine That which was That which is That which will None shall be Nor shall I recall Most when they think before they are They smile or cry at the glimmer of past Mine is none to find Vague hints of a life Splintered glass of mind Forever mine It gives no fear It gives no…

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    Willow

    Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breathe You fell lightly down the dew covered well Like a broken feather your bones whistle Caught up in the wind of your end You forget why What irony It dispels all that is you Crack against the dry bottom It becomes useless You don’t even remember who pushed

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    The Eyes May See Differently

    Salt scraped from eyes Where, oh where are you Born with brittle sight I think no less Pitted spirit Left to mourn Broken nye Cast the mold of myself To make anew without you But spark no more, glazed the mind Meek no more, the shadow of my mold Always lined with vile self Oh, tender self wake What I made masters over me But dawn burns no more Grinning despair The smile kills the truth Animal to myself I know not where to go Always it ends in revenge To what To ourselves, foolish child This convoluted shell Breathe no more And dancing free, kissing lips, joyful tears Prized…

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    Respite

    We all carry a hope for respite Such wishful plights Let us remember the night We yearn Anon the sight We look to said yonder Away whence we came To houses sterile and new And untouch glades, lush, unwalked Only to watch Forgone childish play, childish toys Yes, the magic dies With a sigh Our skin crinkles Our eyes narrow Our souls hunched in crumbled bodies Yes, the magic dies Till child we see once more And in the sparkle of their eyes We either cringe Or know whence we came And laugh the glee of respite and see anon no more Or live to die anon once more

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    Gone

    I, as you, walk down this road of broken glass It dulls the mind with discord – memory It is instinct to look back What else is there to do, but move on to feeble hope Lost is the string of the grey stained path The pavement is cracked The land withers in the mirror of the glazed eye What have we song our lives to become How can we scrape ourselves together Into a semblance of existence It is true Our nails cannot bite deep enough Our screams cannot pierce loud enough Our sickness torment enough We do not hear ourselves We break We do not see That we are Gone

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    Night of Night

    Oh night, weary night Skip and hop my soul does wish But teary eyed of my spirit I lay awash with bed of dark Held in hands glimmer dark Such entities not to bear But strength the same Or power could it be Stretching thin the I Tender I feel Long path we tread A child’s step so gone What, what will bring Will I collapse, collapse it be to this weight So Sorrow of Sorrow’s Gate I think not For I as I be am too stubborn

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    Where We Begin

    Unfoldeth thou in the rend so jagged and dark But tinged it be with lines of red Glowing of a passage that may scorch the skin To bear this burden I must do much So I sling the bag over my back Throw the goggles over my eyes Check that all is prepared My heart beats Which is good, but the rhythm is a bit too fast for my liking I lick my lips They are chapped The heat burns against my face But it is the path I chose So wish me luck For endeavor I must Into the pits of foulest despair I shall surely return without a…

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    Alight

    Water of night Ever bright Glimmering iridescent With vague dreams Of heavenly seas Ever bright Splendid lights See into me Without fear I weep Splendid lights What a sight Simmering hope With eternal thoughts Of fragrant thee What a sight Serene plight Intrepid heart Without doubt I believe

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    Sister

    Blessed be Chosen words Met in harmony. This dialogue’s dance Did reveal Minds alike. How we laughed. Knowledge was exchanged. Both, we gained, And it was Beyond idle discourse. Now we are still A puzzle in our hands, These fitted pieces Of mystery’s birth Found their home. In the beginning I did seek Yet, it was not I that found But that which makes us meet. Therefore, blessed be, All and two hence more Your triad of brothers Entwined by dearest mother. Thank you for you. Sincerely me.

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