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Winter's approach 

comes fast and steady

In the summer the 

wind blows and so do

the dandelions

The winter brings cold 

chills that feel like nothing

and blow nothing

the streets are barren

like his soul

for the winter comes 

with no control

it stops and mimics 

us with warmth

for when it returns 

we scorn

nothingness

is what it blows

and the secrets it keeps

and holds - for when will 

we see the heat again

another time when 

we're not human

it's when we turn into

flowers and plants

as the Son returns -

we prance and dance

we remain cold

the streets empty

the wind blows nothing

except ice and leaves

and when it chills we 

hardly breathe

We stupor then chill 

like a dead man's body

when the Son returns 

we win the lottery.

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realize

that this

 ought not be

 bought

but given away

a canvas

 materials

careful strokes

 and details

34

I stumbled upon

a winter's chill

the wind blew

toward - unnerving

The hand begun

to quake

and the heart 

began to race

The knees became

brittle - shook 

left then right

giving way to the floor

and then the latter.

33

Eagles fly 'round

their unknowing victim -

interests and power - 

great incentives

lions wait to 

pounce on a zebra

to return with flesh

and become the heroes

Cat crawls cautiously

to a naive black mouse

as it makes an approach 

in a white house.

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I would be dumb -

bored scare and blind

to forfeit the thing 

that had made me sublime

or let it pass - 

as if I were an onion - 

with multiple layers

who put on the skin - 

when I was in fear

'stead I decided to 

peal layers off -

To expose my true weakness -

'T was you - 

'T was love.

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a feeling impending -

like the top of a hill

when you're going too fast-

time stands still

a secret found out-

leaves the body in drought

the mouth becomes dry -

as we relive the lie

a departure from earth - 

an impious life - 

leaves us empty - 

for heaven, we strive.

30

A walk like any other 

- day after day

whether the sky 

is blue black 

or cold steel grey

On this day 

the shadow is gone

feelings thronged for 

the redwood forgotten

a stump on the trail

I had worn - 

a remembrance 

of friendship-

our roots had 

not been torn

Until the day

we see again - 

whether you be

a chair or paper thin.

29

The fly unsuspecting - 

creeps on a web

To find security -

a villain instead

feels a slight tremble-

when followed by him

First blue - then red - 

the walk comes to an end.

28

Bring forth thy 

intention's desires

Blood boils hot

and blue like sapphire

The eyes roll back-

like those of the dead

But we're most alive 

when we're in bed.

27

Distrust me

for what they see

is neither dark nor light

apologetically

Unravel thoughts

of blackened white 

explode through walls 

with insight.

26

'Til death did us part

Did I realize or even surmise

that this grandmother-

away - was occasionally mine

Her touch was unknown

her voice - unheard

This stranger that

have my descent to this earth.

25

To judge another

is to judge the most divine

For he made man -

his image - 72 hours time.

24

Let us ignite

the spark

Let it be synthetic

not natural

Let it burn out

we can relight.

23

Upon Death's window

I have crept

The mirror image

I could not forget

and with a calm

tranquility

Death opened up his 

door for me.

22

The days seem 

most perfect - 

when locked away

chains to a job

like chains to a slave

An imperial master - 

he screams and he yells

and when I return - 

an attempt to escape hell.

21

I entered a school

old in it's ways,

the ceiling was crumbling

I was lost in a gaze

I went to a classroom 

the books were all old - 

filled with old knowledge

- the teachers - all sold.

The ceiling began falling

so I ran out the school

when I stepped outside

the buildings 'round fell too.

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I drive a 

long way

I build a 

tall tower

as I progress I use 

more and more power

My mind has 

been numbed

My soul has

been distanced

On my return 

I hit home

in an instant

19

I looked away

- saw life before

Trees changed color

-centuries - alor

Referendum brought to

by days of the Son

dry leaves and snow - 

over summer had won

18

Love is felt when - 

Twin Tower's presence - 

Last Supper's pigments - 

Atlantis's sediment - 

it's gone.

17

I refuse to believe 

this body of lies

I reject the belief 

that everyone dies

the accepted truth

foreboding as death

is taken as truth 

rather than myth.

16

I feel hot 

when lips touch flesh - 

rough embrace - swift caress

vivid image I should picture less

with it - comes secret temptation - 

with that - illustrative imagination -

which leaves room for elaboration - that is - until

consummation

15

Wisdom brought

by teeth last grown.

lets not distinguish frog from toad.

Eyes that pierce the skin 

to see within

are lost in awe - 

in amazement.

14

What challenge 

have I sought?

An analysis of sorts

- don't know where to start

Should I analyze 

the diction - 

rather the paper 

it's on

or the imagery

or the way it 

sings a song.

13

To repair the cloth

we must pillage with needles,

tear the fabric

barricade the knot.

Instruct the strings 

where to go,

keep an eye over 

the fingers we drop below.

We sacrifice time

and strings

to fix the cloth

for torn, it seems.

12

'T was blood

'T was mine

a feeling 

so sublime

mortality - 

knocks at my gate.

A feeling I 

cannot escape.

11

Indulgence -

is what they say

on a self sponsored 

floating parade.

But to be great,

is not so fair.

Talk to me, 

they wouldn't dare.

Instead, they 

turn their backs

and go.

For this night 

I sleep alone.

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with no surprise

a man - his wife

in his eyes

circumstance - in his mind

the image- hath not 

made him blind

'stead it made him realize

That man and woman 

are not husband and wife

9

He wears White

Black - at times

just - but unjust

Honesty - his disguise

He wear Black

sometimes

8

Giants - they say

grant us Life and Liberty

7

Latimer is here

in our blood and vains*

Rocks camouflaged 

in cameras

Bandanas replace 

original thought

and the only 

sense in 'em 

is the one purchased

through a catalog.

*I so mean vain and not vein

6

A moment of pleasure

never tasted so sweet

as after years of tribulation

pain and tears.

A strawberry never tasted so sweet 

as after a rock of salt

and the dark never seemed so 

soothing as after an encounter with the Son*.

*I do mean Son and not Sun

5

Forget my parents strive,

ambitions once achieved

to all those that have seen

a coming reprieve for me.

4

Does prosperity help

mend my calloused feet and hands?

help me eliminate 

past and present self once again?

3

Burn slow 

for love, like beauty

is merely skin deep

the outright distrust 

the push-forth resentment

all to pursue his own

contentment.

2

Speak

for Love yells it's name too soft

the mountains and waterfalls are not enough

to bar us from uncertainty

of everlasting tranquility 

the restful place of the soul

is not heaven as myth be told

To love is to subside

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Speak

Do Roses not have

distinct beauty

as they do smell?

Do they not dance in

the wind

and die in the fall?

Are mere mortals of

comparison?

Could we, in the realm

of possibility, see this as true?

Do souls not die, just

to be reborn in the spring?

Do mere mortals not dance

in the wind?