Huddled together
napping on the noon cacti
the snails siesta.

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With all the seasons
I have watched them change; and you,
each day a new dawn.

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Frosted breath whispers
and our hands weave together
warm inviting smile.

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The Battle

I watched the tiny matchbox houses and the the twisting roads, never-ending snakes, carrying cars and people, armies of ants to nowhere. The patchwork fields of varying shades of green and brown disappeared slowly under the white curling wisps of smoke left behind by the burning battle going on in my mind. Then I could see no more, blinded, and there was only white. A blank canvas. I thought that it would be beautiful but instead it was bright and it sharpened the edges of my thoughts, it troubled me.
The matchbox houses and the people, the tiny ants, were a distraction from my thoughts. I closed my eyes but I could only see the blood spilling out from the battle in my mind, from behind my eyelids, a flicker of shadows lurking nearby. I concentrated instead on the soothing drone of the engines, and when I looked out the window, there were only the clouds, and nothingness.....except for my thoughts....

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Low distant rumble
hailstones tap the window pane
pebble dashed sidewalk.

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Cool summer evening
fields of clover glint as snow
under the moonlight.

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We tread carefully
on pine covered forest floor
silence but our hearts.












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White snowflakes, teardrops
fall on neatly stacked coffins
order in chaos.

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Kiss Kiss, Bang, Bang.

A bullet pierced my heart
left me lying on the sidewalk
wounded by your actions
scarred by your fictious talk
I didn't know you had a weapon
I didn't know we were at war
I became the target
you were aiming for
you just wanted to score
and what's more,
I'm responsible for
it all

When you loaded the gun
with the round of ammunition
you wanted to erradicate
the disarming competition

shot down again
executed by your lies
blinded by love
gunned down and left to die
you left me there
to bleed to death
without a backward glance
that's what I got
for giving you a second chance.















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The Remains Of Summer.

Lying in a bed of deceit
guilt takes a ringside seat
our hearts complete and sublime
making up for lost time

An Indian summer comes to an end
the man on the street can't comprehend
my despondency
the look of vacancy
on passer bys
I'm devoid, been cast aside

Feels like summer was a masquerade
I reside in cimmerian shade
one day I'll concede
and finally see,
we just weren't meant to be.....

 










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