Unlocked Gates

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Peering through

unlocked gates

imagining protection

Peering through

unlived lives

imagining fulfillment

Peering through

unknown eyes

imagining danger

Peering through

through peering

enough peering

Enough

 

 


Wide-Eyed Dreaming, a Slow Start

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When dawn awakes at a darkened hour

shall I dream or shall I lament

This life is not meant for those that cower

our thoughts alone can detriment

The clouds can shift and storms arise

in my lifetime I can attest

Air that brings forth compromise

can much surprise beset

Day treads forth and unearths details

that represent a life

With small change my heart might sail

others bring me strife

But never trade your wide-eyed dreaming

because things might depart

Allow those tears a cleansing streaming

sometimes the gift is a slow start

 


dead horses

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how do they run

on broken legs

without their springs

or hearts

how do they see

through faded paint

lacklustre eyes

mind shut

how do they breathe

in stale thoughts

linen wrapped

in death


Conscripted

who made first choice

unknown to me

was joy in attendance

not mine to imagine

here we are

discretion owned

lament for freedom

gifted purposely

easing into lukewarm

like a wet sponge

ignoring the scent

empty containers

that hide contents

senselessly collected

nourishing faux abstinence

steeped in cursing tirades

wrapped with thankless demands

 


Maria ( /məˈraɪ.ə/)

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here is ancestors’ voice

rising upon the air

encircling

welcome home

allowance

I am

love not lost

preserved in breath

the fill

the unheard

ponders answered

here

now

definitions fall

I am

not to heal

not broken

no path is straight

just forward

nothing destroyed

merely changing form


Hiking Mystic

repelling down a loose strand

of raggedy mountains

while stars spark

into ginger clouds

laughter screaming

down the chute

lean back, no forward

speed is the same

eagerness enhances

lean forward

inhale kicked up dust

for there we return

at the end of the strand

*******

raggedy mountain


Itchy Heart

venom flying past my window
breeze keeping it aloft
seeking sunlight & warmth
broader view from inside
but
YOUR religion, MY god
MY party, YOUR politics
PC, not PC, name calling
what about respect?
what about kindness?
what about leadership?
fool hardy notion
once things were different
were they?
more than once we were a nation
were we?
now little empires
tiny, small
empires
minds
Itchy Heart