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Monthly Archives: December 2013
Slim through the hand of grace
The halo allows me to find you Through the crowded riot Your ancestry falling upon mine And it was love Spreading oceans with hefty wave That fed these trees Into a green rainforest half white The city’s horizon always shines … Continue reading
My dream of the reverse parachute
I dream of space Planets shadowed by bursts of gamma Silence, darkness, the journey I dream of what may be found Only after my cells depart my soul Lightening my hold to gravity So I may lift past dead rockets … Continue reading
Everest
You are my Everest My shaken knee and tested reflex You prove the extension of my most obscure muscle tissues As well as my ability to meditate a single long gaze You have been my life for ages Within reach … Continue reading
Title
I choose to step forward and exit the war Small hand prints rest upon concrete Raised to the sky Itself a beverage in yellow and gold I reminisce Hearts, thighs, broken smiles Years before the pavement shattered And all was … Continue reading
Expired, A James Bond Romance
He never only wanted a lover Testing her thighs for a blade But a breath of love Held his wits at her door Fingers twitching while burning shells haunt his feet It was war and solitude that had pierced him … Continue reading
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Inertia
From this bubble I see space and the interactions of man All speeding to the be the first To release the news Of another tragedy. Spying outwards from atop this mountain Rooftop and congestion make the sea And spawn the … Continue reading