Safe Place

It's hard to breathe -- to enkindle that lust for consumption -- and be where I'm expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals in, swing in circles about my coiled filaments, and let the tension and pain dissolve into irrelevance... There are larger ideas to entertain -- larger …

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“Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling, briefly, retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk.”

Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling briefly, and retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk. She is her heart; it beats in sync with love, glowing for the world, but shrouded by palms gently swaying against a palette of pink, purple and pale orange. She is …

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Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy's great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from the outer side of this guo (国) that divies us by class. We are all a single thing- a thing beyond the scope, of these …

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“Licking the Candles” An Ode to the Dark

The dark, Sweeps over the ocean’s face From shore to horizon it crawls, Cool and misty, caressing the carcass of an abandoned carrier ship -Caught in a storm Of apocalyptic magnitude That once held the quietest of bodies With the loudest hope The dark, Penetrates the monastery Licking the candles to cast flickering folds upon …

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System’s Precipice

  Sitting on the edge of this -- A weathered, stronghold, precipice And seven billion hearts are racing. 'Cause time marches forth Stringing masses in its girth While History's retracing, The patterns of its lacing.. And with eyes to the future Piercing cosmic binding sutures We want for nothing more, Than to be the paramour- Of the energy …

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Each night she hides her face from us,

Each night she hides her face from us, Her light can no longer be seen- The moon will try to fill her void, But fails to share her true gleam.   Sometimes she is cursed a taint- And others praised a blessing. Burning our flesh, kissing our cheeks- She's everything but depressing.   Dabbing up tears and yesterday's puddles, She'll prepare a new …

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