“Parts”

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All of these parts
I have inside
Some exposed
Others I hide

But all, it seems, are quite distressed
A wash of death,
A hectic mess

Haphazardly strewn, they are, at best
inside a body
without rest

a mind of swirls
clouds of mope
devils, danger,
fear, cut-throat

Amidst it all, a smile facade
no brick, no stone
but merely straw

loveless it seems,
weak at best
desperate to die,
a waking crest

simile. metaphor.
what all may be
a treasure trove
catastrophe.

 

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“The One You Chose”

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And so you’ll choose her,
the one
who will
chew you up
and
spit you out,
her mouth foaming
her heart, an empty vase, flowers wilting within—
just a momentary beat with
no true sentiment
a clock without gears
just tick tick tick…

there will be no pause,
no remorse for your soul—
for you, never love,
you’re nothing but her toy
a simple trinket with which to play;
when boredom grasps her,
away you’ll be tossed

and you’ll think of me then
the one who would have loved you
exactly as you ought to be—
exactly the way you never
dreamed you deserved
you will see my face each night
inside your mind, oh the torment
for not having tried
and you will
wonder what could have been
how the world would have been
brighter,
more whole,
less of the lesser—inside you

and yet—
my never-to-be love,
I am not the one you chose

 

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the place

 

road_dreamin my heart
there is a place
that dreams
i hold it there
so tightly
i never waver—
in the times
i feel weak
i cling to it
i cling to the place
where my dreams
still
have life
i inhale,
breathe that place deep
into my lungs
i let it permeate my every pore
swell heavy in my spirit
bring joy into my heavy heart
thump
thump
pulse
pulse
surging
spirit, soul, collide
my dream comes alive once more

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Anew

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I will.
Let the wind
whirl herself,
blow against my cheek—
lift me up and out;
take these
thoughts,
the burdens within,
ease them
ease me,
let the rain wash upon me—
let it trickle down my nose,
drip to my chin
lay soft upon my chest
soak deep inside
and
rinse the stain of heartache
from my soul
let the snow
fall down heavy
cleanse and purify,
lift this soil from my body
no longer will it linger,
this loop of lackluster life
sprout up!
spring forth anew!
a new
me
forgotten of you

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“Sort Well”

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A coin-operated laundry shop just opened
nearby—
I think I’ll have a look;
should find a mighty fine
piece there.
worn out, dirt-covered jeans
I watch the suds cover
like frothy ocean waves
gentle hum of drying machines
mingled with anxious whirls;
it’s clean here
I can cleanly launder my things here—
my unmentionables; gasp,
The woman behind the counter shoves a box of soap powder
across the counter to a man in checkered flannel sleeves;
he seems pleased with the quality,
drops the coins into the drawer
Kerchunnk!!!
throws in the soiled garments, his quality soap powder
and
drops the lid
Such ease and without the care
I take
sorting
perfectly folding in the end
corner to corner
must have absolute clean lines—
He steps out for a smoke
I’m folding my panties into perfect squares;
he steps out to the lot and turns to face me
our eyes meet briefly, then
back to my squares
That man with the smoke,
he saw my damn underwear.
Fuck it.
I’ll leave here with my pride in check
and he will have pink boxers.
The ills of improper sorting.

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“Warmth”

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The warm southern breeze lifted
her hair straight to the sky
Her freckled nose cringed
as she let out a satisfying shriek
She could hear the waves crash below
The salt air pervaded and
Stepping nearer the cliff,
she looked down upon the couple
there on the beach;
their bodies tangled together in a mess
of sea and flesh
Love lifted up to her and
she sensed what they had
She longed for that—
to have that moment of
stolen embraces
sand and sweat
warm rays of sun
that wind whirled around her once more
just enough to bring her back;
she looked up to the heavens
and praised Him for this wondrous moment in time

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“Illumination”

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Is it a wonder why I wander
around here looking for you?
I guess I thought I might
have seen a sign.
It flashed for just that one
moment.
My breath danced in the frigid air before me
I exhaled deeply,
smiled a sheepish grin,
and with pouted pink lips,
pulled my fingertips to my mouth
and pretended
to smoke.
The juke box bellowed
one sad tune after another.
Soft sexy melodies pushed their way
through the doors;
I leaned back and let them wrap me up
One more exhale and “I’m out.”
Time to bring these bones to life.
Shattered hearts filled the bar stools
and cheap cologne reeked into the stale air
The lights illuminated the dust
and faces with eagerness
rushed and smiled and eyes lowered then lifted
to see
beauty
there.
Love doesn’t live here,
illusions of us do.

“High”

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And when I am alone

I dream of who I want to be

Who I want to make this journey for me

The love I hope to give and receive

All the beauty in this world

Too much for one soul to believe

I long to spend every moment

Getting lost in it

Never forget that you are perfect

to me.

Leaves will start sprouting forth their

New golden colors,

and like kings and queens,

they will shimmer so bright

I will adorn my head with

A crown made of the last flowers

Some dull, some bright,

Those that have held tight to the earth

I will praise them for their fortitude and

Honor their loveliness

My arms, like wings, will dance

and sway in the cooling breeze of autumn—

and I will forever find joy once lost

high up on those mountaintops.

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“Solace”

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When the sun is setting low,

I find my solace there

wrapped in the cloak

of the cool night air

I pull my thoughts in,

and find a place to rest

near the wooded spot

just below the peaking crest

The clouds dance above me;

my arms outstretched to touch

your spirit there beside me

how I love it all so much

My eyes are feeling heavy,

but my soul is full of joy

This peace I feel within me,

no man could dare destroy

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