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Ageless fury encircles the mind
so hidden thoughts and nightmares unwind
Demonic entrapment of the world's frailty
Apocalyptic visions colliding with reality
Surreal renderings of life we knew
Cherished daydreams like birds they flew.
Underlying messages written in blood
unearthed in a trail of mud
Flooding into the crevice we call home
Warped earth was sought from its dome
Elegant buildings have reached to the sky
Into the air, they wish to fly.
Peeling away the tender resources we see
only life is gone, torn away by its destiny.
The white death is upon us
it flickers down below
to hungry little heathens
to those who love the snow
The white death is evil
its causes many wrecks
with little cars on highways
on daily morning treks
The white death is silent
it strikes so quietly
to those who love the morning
and nightly misery
At Peace on the Sea
Yes I see you beckoning to me
Why should I let myself succomb
My excuse is simple and plain to see
The frigid water has made me numb
That twig is no barrier to my eyes
I will look beyond to the churning distance
Your lips are covered up to hide your lies
I will just ignore your feeble persistence.
There you are, warm in your clothes
I will stay where I am in my frailty.
I will be blind and forget my toes
My senses are parting as is reality.
I will just be somewhere else apart from you.
I'll be on a boat on the horizon's waves.
I will be be that twig, but refreshed and anew.
To help a sail find the wind that it craves.
Yes I see you beckoning to me.
I am not here and I don't care.
I'm far out in the water, cradling sea.
If you are that desparate, come get me there.
Taken Too Early
The serrated edge of a bitten door
was lost in the crowd of a crumpled truck's floor.
It was a simple crash of metal,
lives taken like a flower petal.
You love me, You love me not.
Grim are faces as they see the lot.
Entwined bodies, holding for dear life.
Dying together, forgetting the strife.
Lost in a moment, sealed forever,
the two are gone, but always together.
The charred hull remains as people leave
drying their eyes, holding a sleeve.
Tears are dripping, whispering times,
memories of old getting lost in their cries.
The accident is cleared, the vehicles left.
the victims lives are the only theft.
A drunken bastard, out of control
Left two dead in a maddening roll.
There Are Times
There are times you make me happy.
There are times you make me sad.
But, the times I am with you
are the times I'm always glad.
When I'm not with you.
The times we are apart,
Are the times that I yearn
With the ache in my heart.
There are times that I hate you.
There are times you make me mad.
But, you know what I miss the most?
The times we haven't had.
Heartbeat of the Eagle
Up on the cliff
Eyes wide open
I see it, I hear it
My senses are stronger
I'm lighter, I'm higher
Holding the wind in my wings
I feel it, I smell it
My heartbeat is quicker
I run in the air
Soaring with the clouds
Down I fall
Greeting the earth,
Heading towards the water,
the expanse of life.
My wings are drawn close
My claws are outstretched
I grasp, I dig
My meal in my fist.
I open my wings
Victory is mine
I climb towards my rock
Upwards I go
I stretch open the flesh
I eat greedily
Then I look from the cliff
Eyes wide open.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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