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Skinwalker

In the dark forest beware the friendly voice, for you don’t quite remember how it got there, do you? Without further ado…

Skinwalker

Suppose I had forgotten in my long bliss

that creeping embrace

of nullifying devastation.

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As I walked along and atop those warm, sunny stones of mirth,

there lurked beneath a vile contempt

whose insipid nature hid its birth.

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I awake again in the dark

surrounded by cool sweat and stillness of breath,

a reminder of things so stark.

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Beyond the the window pane

does one Shadow take my eye.

Misshapen, and wrong, and ill in pain. 

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The shape of an antler,

the glint of an eye,

and my fear I wished I could stand her.

~

Speak again in that voice I knew.

In all my terror, for a moment

I was blue.

A Cold Dusk

Without further ado…

A Cold Dusk

It burns,

coldly,

in the evening sun;

that sun I sought to share with you. 

~

I feel its coarse whiskers there-abound,

scratching against my eyes and cheeks.

I wish at once for something softer.

~

Should my torture then not be complete,

I am reminded at the thought of it,

that blasted, evil thing 

that I took no small part in. 

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I am alone in my own way,

brought to my knees to beg again for a self I once knew,

afraid of what I’ve become anew.

~

Tending then to my own desire,

I have shorn away my flame and fire,

blown out and lost atop a sunken pyre. 

~

Lost as I am in the lying desert,

I seek to drown myself in lying dust

as my soul has taken to the coldest dusk.

O’ Brother, Art Thou?

Hey folks. Getting another one out here since it’s almost June. I really need to keep up with my website here, and at some point I really will redesign it so it works better. I appreciate everybody coming to read my stuff, even if most of my views are AI bots scraping for content. Without further ado…

O’ Brother, Art Thou?

Deigning to fail,

I have done so again.

I watch and wait

against the stroke of a pen.

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Beautiful blues

and verdant greens

bely the depth

of ungiven means. 

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A simple cloud,

so perched in the sky

as a Rorschach test

and cause to lie.

~

Listen now

to the chirping of birds,

like last time then,

but this time in thirds.

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Cut away,

I am apart

from all those things

I made myself a part.

~

Dark undercurrent

of the evening Sun

incites in me a drive

to turn tail and run.

~

Can you see the new one?

April, May, June, and July

Hey folks, been a minute on the website. Hope everybody who tunes in is doing well. I have the highest hopes for you all. Here’s a little one about my life. Anybody think they can decipher it? Without further ado…

April, May, June, and July

Asked if I am ready,

again,

I answered, “Yes.”

It’s almost time I’d be my best.

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I felt the pull of a thousand worlds,

unfurled,

as I watched her dress’s frills

make those thousand twirls.

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Lost in the webbed clutches of mirth,

I’d ponder myself the worth

of all those things upon the Earth.

~

However then,

did I find

myself in such a bind,

to be so unequivocally blind

as I felt the rush and lost my mind.

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Ideally,

I would aim to be

tending to a sweeter kind,

yet in my fascinating lies,

were threads of fate

cut again before my eyes.

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Feeling then,

and feeling now,

the difference in a simple, “How?”

Una Mañana Linda

Hey folks, new poem out. Just a short one today. It’s kinda sweet, so a little bit of a change up for me. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

Una Mañana Linda

I asked you softly 

just to love me

and wondered then

if you’d know me.

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I asked you softly 

just to touch me

and wandered then

around the bend.

~

Turning a corner

to brick and to mortar,

I wondered then

if you could see me.

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In that gentle evening light I saw

a smile so wide

that morning called.

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Suppose I wondered then,

if you would softly love me.

~

¿Pues?