flickering photographs

crying over flickering photographs

dreaming the many refrains

here are the words in epitaphs

and so it rains

when cometh the easiest sleep

should we overlook the sunniest of days

in the memories we keep

or look higher for the rays

here in the forever

it’s not so different as the morning begins

with ties to sever

from you and sins

flying is easier without such wings

or thoughts that bind or hands that hold

gone are sunrise eternal rings

here the time is more than gold

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half the question

when we ask but half the question

tis only a suggestion

of what we do

and who are you

still, we look at stars and test

our understanding of the rest

through placid eyes so weak

and distinct from the answers we seek

and when some go

they take with them what they really know

never to be retrieved

irrevocably deceived

in the love of times gone by

when we knew it was so right to try

remember we had solutions to it all

and then came the fall

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see the mystery

some alive, some dead

all using the same words unsaid

and the days keep rolling on

sometime they’ll end in joy

said the thoughts of a two-headed boy

who wished he was the one

each silver-tongued flake

who never made a mistake

told the same story this morn

of escaping to that star

it’s really not so far

especially for those that don’t get born

and as you ponder upon the way it is

as though this, time, was a mere quiz

then divide the present between us all

cover your eyes to see the mystery

the future before it’s history

while we take the fall

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plea from here

sometimes there is no reason

for the tears or the out of season

but still they come

and some

they say you’re always alone actually

and though in the day that’s all matter-a-factually

true, when the night draws

loneliness bares his claws

and should some songs know me like an ego

they know nothing of where I can go

come with me to hear and see no more

fly through the corporal door

its here where you can leave behind

all things life and so unkind

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At World’s End

When WE go, we really go

You know the story

Crawling on knees to the door

Just a crack and the cool breeze

Laying on soft warm oak

Till the spinning stops

Or the world ends

Then the blazing sun

And the laser light cutting across eyes

Now the air is warm

And the stink is vile

The piss-soaked boards are the story

The dusty air, like a previously hidden cosmos

And the music, shattering silence

That vibrates like falling through a gale-cast void

With no end in sight

And no way to stop

Outside the means of hearing

Beyond the comprehension of you

And here we land

Resting for this short time

Afore the chemistry is united

Until the story writer is wordless

When the final page turns

The blank whiteness reveals all

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scratched her away

scratching a dying,

then fingernails for food

said, “no more,”

and bled a little less

but the royal juice was sustenance for the taxman, axeman, waxman, knacksman.

get the drift

was ready, waiting, longing

for the last breath;

he scratched a living from the exhaled,

kept the words, expelled the air.

oh no, not again,

the rain has left her dry,

within a Planck of skin

to leave her contour,

after life

scratched her away.

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the bow of iris

of light and air and water true

coalesced in eyes, beheld are you

and those perceive must humankind

all other, sentience left behind

thy bow, an arch of finest rays

will arrows through the darkest days

while melding forms and golden sun

thus halcyon hearts has truly won

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