Poetry

CRYSTALLINE

 

Through enchanted marshes in cedar time

lie emerald plains and castlescapes

petals, ponds, and autumn rain

and daydream walks in crystalline

where the elfin princess glides

with wisps of wind

her hair spins in gold

over a softening skin of pearls

 

2003

 

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RED GLOSSY

 

Last night perhaps

I left my footprints on the moon

under false skies

I cried for her

 

I feel a red glossy inhale

intake perplexation

 

See, vibrant dimensional pathways

were my idea, and we discarded the rest

the crystal gateway waivers

while the parallex decides

but we hide from the rain

and so the story continues...

 

2005

 

 

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THE GREENEST TREES

 

The roots were fertilized

and then sterilized

by the sunshine

under many, many vine

the trunk was made of the strongest wood

where ancient moss once stood

the leaves were the greenest of the green

surely a sight to be seen

 

2016

 

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AUTUMN

 

The sun declined into the horizon

yellow, titian, and even gold

for the season was old

The pumpkins strewn about town indicate

the grandiose festivities that are about to ensue

meanwhile, outside the window

the wind plays a haunting melody

 

2015

 

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TO DREAM

 

I slowly wake from a dream

opening my eyelids slowly

to slowly let the stream

of sunshine in slowly

to let the sunshine in slowly

 

I'd much rather live

in a world of fantasy

I'd rather be in fantasy

I’d rather live in fantasy

 

Presently I bring to mind

the sweet memory of her kiss

if only once again to find

the memory of her kiss

to lull in the warmth of her kiss

 

But I must wake from my dream

where daylight throws a shadow

across a face where tears do stream

for life is a shadow of memories,

a sullen shadow

 

2002

 

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I ONCE PURCHASED A POCKET WATCH

 

I once purchased a pocket watch

it was made of silver, and 7 jewels to match

it had a chain made of sterling

and lay comfortably in my stash

so I took it with me downtown

without a frown

in my trenchcoat brown

 

2012

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THUMBYKIN WITH HONEY

Maia,

My body has grown weary

from a hard day of sours

please bring me your flowers

then we’ll sleep for six hours

2006

 

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WHAT WAITS

I dwell inside the mists

of a tragic wretchedness

where my consciousness subsists

on thoughts of my own death!

What waits for me

on the other side

when I breathe

my last breath?

 

2003

 

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