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Blinding Light
Those momentswhen the mirror is clearare like chasing black crowswith my piercing eagle eyesgleaming with clarity. Tomorrow’s news will comebut the longer I live, our futurebecomes less, for there isa torrent of chaotic madness When a true path forward becomes lostall bright dreams of… Continue Reading “Blinding Light”
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Gone
“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.” ― Charles Bukowski Among the silk grey ashesa blackened locket liesfilled with eternal promisesof a full and loving life But when the Santa Anaslit up the fiery western sky,all that was left of themwas… Continue Reading “Gone”
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I Drank the Moon,II
“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” ― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die I drank the delicious moon one balmy night as… Continue Reading “I Drank the Moon,II”
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Behind Vacant Eyes
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski To the outer world she is gone- Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lostDefeated, lonesome, aloneHer heart… Continue Reading “Behind Vacant Eyes”
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Down By The Perkiomen
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup… Continue Reading “Down By The Perkiomen”
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Longing
“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, Smell the sea, and feel the sky, Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic” ― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics I long to be next to the seaas autumn breeze whispers through treesand shadows dance… Continue Reading “Longing”
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The Brine of Summertime
Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.- Greg Brown There’s nothing sweeter than tuscan cantaloupe in late summer’s bloom while a fiery setting sun illuminates a retreating turquoise sky We sip on bold red wine, tasting fruit burstingwith sticky juices, blending… Continue Reading “The Brine of Summertime”
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