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Pale sunlight
peeks through the cotton tongue
of a ghost,
words dripping
as random as raindrops
on dusty pavement.
A needle dances
on grooved vinyl
in voices long since faded
from memory,
recalled only in the hollow chamber
of a mind
devoid of dreams.
Swaying on sunset hills,
caught in the wind,
amber flesh
through phantom fabric,
no more real
than the collapsing shape
of a fantasy,
the figure
trapped within the marble.
Footsteps
erased by the rising tide,
we move
through shrinking space
without motion,
falling through emptiness,
stones on water,
skipping
without consideration
of sinking.
peeks through the cotton tongue
of a ghost,
words dripping
as random as raindrops
on dusty pavement.
A needle dances
on grooved vinyl
in voices long since faded
from memory,
recalled only in the hollow chamber
of a mind
devoid of dreams.
Swaying on sunset hills,
caught in the wind,
amber flesh
through phantom fabric,
no more real
than the collapsing shape
of a fantasy,
the figure
trapped within the marble.
Footsteps
erased by the rising tide,
we move
through shrinking space
without motion,
falling through emptiness,
stones on water,
skipping
without consideration
of sinking.
Literature
Kiss my shadow
"Kiss my shadow when I leave,” You’d say- But never “Goodbye” Dutifully I always replied “I will” One day it lingered Clinging to the wall Leaning against the doorframe Like you do Casual and expectant With wide eyes and held breath I approached what stayed behind Your Soul Your Essence Your Darkness taking form it held me with hands of wilted petals surrounded me with arms of smoke your shadow kissed like January frostbit me with a minor chord dissonance menaced my anguished defenses – – – You returned to a note that read "Goodbye.” ————————————————
Literature
Rain of Fate
Rain Of Fate
Covered-up war crimes redefine: white lies
A campaign speech ended with “Fire at will.”
Our votes become compromised
Prioritized pipelines run through Mother Nature's eyes
As a S.W.A.T teams closes in on the protesters for the kill
Our freedom is not recognized
Quarreling over greedy desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / Morals are governed
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The lies told to me by my Teachers
The lies told to you by your Lawyers
The lies told to us by our Police Officers
The lies told to everyone by the Prime Minister
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of o
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Oh, this is so lovely. The spacing of words
is just right to give this poem a smooth,
floating feeling. I adore this.
is just right to give this poem a smooth,
floating feeling. I adore this.