Sunday Whirl – Personalities

You challenge me with a route teeming with pretense. I should jump at the dearth of shock you attempt. How is it possible one could care so lightly? Not as individual drug, nor bulk helps to deal with you.

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Saturday Mix – Just to be Sure

“He was such a shallow man. Always try to show he had risen above hi snake like personality. Glad to see you succumb to illness.” Tina kicks dirt into the open grave. Her pale thin face sneaks a peek at the five other mourners. “It’s go to see you in the hole but it should be much further. I’d put you below Hell. Maybe that’s deep enough.”

Tina fakes a dab at her eyes. “They came just to be sure you’re dead also!”

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Recreate

I long for simple times

I remember when it was perfect

Being as one without boundaries

Magic lived between what was us

Just to bring that back for a moment

To grasp the raw emotions

No plague of worry or thought

When the mist clears my eyes

A lone thought cries out

How do you recreate

What never was

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Sympathy

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“Sympathy? I remember sympathy. It was a two way street, once.” Her face stretched and slightly twisted. Shadows fill lines within her face.

“I… I don’t understand…” his voice breaks in disbelief and the hopelessness of being bound. The sleepiness and mix of a pharmaceutical cocktail crawl under his skin.

“I have remembered everything. Particularly, how much sympathy I have seen.” She fractures a small smile. It provides light in a darkened room between two empty souls.

Bridge

If I built a bridge to you Would it be steel and concrete? Would it be paved in dreams? Illuminated by glowing promises Decorated by river called Hope A valley awash in blooming rainbows At night, fog would wraps it arms around Keeping away the cold of darkness Birds would sing to bring the dawn Gentle breezes would lift drowsy Every day could start fresh Thoughts would be free of the past If built a bridge to you Could we meet in the middle?

Jealousy

Cold fingers slowly squeezing

Breath of life from within

Desire for everything deserved

Acceptance never an option

Insatiable want steeps the soul

There are no cures fittingly

They wouldn’t be good enough

Or plentiful in the nice things

Cast by insecurity within wax

The hollow shell, all that remains

A life lived by envy and greed

if only being human was enough

Loss of Face -Sunday Whirl

The skin off my face flees. Scorn brutally digs at what was once me. The need for cream provides no salve. I hold a storm until my inner poet releases the pain.

Grown Cold

Razors edge 

That’s your love 

Handling with care 

Useless as words 

Feeling should be glue 

Not shrapnel or fodder 

There are no openings 

Just hardened glass inside 

Someday never comes to you 

Not as fast as you turn on others 

You can’t take the warmth 

You only chill the world to you.  

Your last moment will pass alone

Far away from those like me

Moth Catches Flame

Fires dance in your eyes

My inner candle begins melting 

Promises of possibilities flutter about 

Whispers of thoughts 

Things I long for versus need 

Enticing moves stir images 

“What ever your desire” falls to ears 

No lips move, no sound travels 

But still my ears are full 

Gentle hands sweep through my dreams 

Reality never holds trust of fantasy 

Within the dreams I wander paths 

Where no footsteps are needed

Interface is between two faces 

Elegance replaces beauty 

The moth grabs the flame

 Wheel to Turn

I wheel around 

My mock surprise, really horror 

I remember being caught 

Pinned under your wheels 

I pray for justice 

But you still breath 

Destiny ignores my pleas 

Someday fate will find you 

Just waiting for the cog to turn 

Gristmill to talk to your soul 


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