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Too late for the toad, too late
for the clover, I went ahead
and mowed it over, all-
the tall grass, it's sparsely hidden
inhabitants, despite having discussed
with my love a desire to let life grow
with suddenly apparent insincerity,
having met the eyeless toad,
and having watched the wilted wildflowers
slowly  growing back. I ask myself
what made me need to go and cut the grass
so badly, reflecting sadly on a realization
of how currently inclusive concepts of beauty
are polluted with ugly expectations.
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When darkness
turns white gray,
when  light dims,
fades away,
angels avoid
the fray
when demons
come to play.
Night supersedes
the day. No words,
no prayers to pray,
for what is left to say?
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The Deal
While you're wrecking yourself,
you'll wreck anyone else,  
laying welt upon welt,
never without your  belt,
dressed in pain that's unfelt
as those you befriend now stand naked.
They've knelt, begging God for an end
to the hand  that you've dealt.
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Getting dressed: a closet full
of inappropriate outerwear.
There's nothing in there to cover
the bare nakedness of my heart.
The Today Show's
violent home invasion,
brutal exploitation of dead
Syrian babies gaping,
taking last gasps
in the aftermath of gas attacks,
emphatic talking heads,  
brain rapists force-feeding
us breakfast, bombastic
prattle, graphic, measured
spoonfuls of fear. We are exposed,
no clothes to cover or protect us
from the elements. Naked
as newborns, this morning
mourning humanity, adorned
in helplessness tailor made
to suit our denuded populace.
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It wasn't without guilt
that I cut the plum branches
from the still dormant tree
in the last week of February,
careful though I was to cut a criss
-crossed set, setting the ugly branches
in  my mother-in-law's urn.
I wondered if the part left
undisturbed envied  
the branches, growing
green and blossoming
inside, and if the boughs,
forced into early blush
grew bored or arrogant,
fluffed up with pride
before, before their time,
they died there, drying
in my sunlit window.
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I didn't mind
wearing the mask, per se-
a certain comfort comes
with anonymity. But
when a heartless artist
made me his muse,
marked his canvas
with expressions
of impressions
I lost face. I
never put it on again.
I keep my head
down now.
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He can't conceive the pain his words have caused.
A hungry wolf attacks, he feeds on me,
a brutal brain-rape force of bloody claws
raw flesh and muscle  hanging from his jaws
(a rabbit, caught, still struggling to get free).
He can't conceive the pain his words have caused,
opinions shredding meat without a pause
-a wolf must eat! He feels no sympathy,
all brutal brain-rape force with bloody claws.
His brethren came to join the feast, their maws
filled, satisfied now (momentarily...)
they can't conceive the pain his words have caused.
Thin skeleton, upon my bones he gnaws
while rummaging through piles of debris,
this brutal brain-rape force of bloody claws.
My faith is left to universal laws,
no solace, no revenge, no poetry.
He can't conceive the pain his words have caused,
a brutal brain-rape force of bloody claws.
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Plump purple
goes perfectly
with February's chill.
Still, I want to dabble
in apples, but uh-oh that
may be trouble, maybe not-
it's slightly ostentatious
amidst the mist of little
moments of white light
once lost in the cold
now caught and kept
in the box just to
be there when
it rains.
It pours.
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Losing Battle
I cannot stop the  world from burning
down, I cannot save my town,
my neighbor's daughters,
sons, my sons, myself
perhaps today so far
but tomorrow hangs,
gray ashes rising
from a glowing
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My weak heart, thin bones,
flesh and blood isn't enough
to fill their dry veins.
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Beautiful day, I
have imagined you this way,
ignored storms. Let's play.
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When the sun comes up
before you come down night slips
out the back door slams
daylight before you
in appropriate flannel
turn antipodal.
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A storm brews. Coffee,
perks, grounding grit
rich darkness cupping
the surge of orange
energy, morning- the lost
light sleep window, pain
breaks, cold snap
wrapped rain dogs
barked but naked trees
fall as dead, leaves me
swallowing bitter liquid
I considered bliss.
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Before After Words
I wake up to light
rain, relieved dogs,
impatient chickens
wet kittens, coffee
unmade as the bed I left
Facebook drama memes
missed emoticon messages
from my son (I can't unwind
the clock) talking head
sports, weather, blather,
lather, rinse, repeat
sleepy people screeching
jay ruckus, gray sweeps
east bleeding away
night black magic
markers scattered
scrap paper draped
over yesterday
apparently a poet
nobody knows
no better,
but me.
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Spunion Gamble
a shitstorm sober,
an overdose of
overdoses, disorder,
a postcard from
nowhere you want to be.
Believe me, the scenery
sucks, syringes sticking
up from heaps of ugly
dead   leaves
twenty-somethings lining
sidewalks by the morgue
door, babies trading bodies for itty
bitty bottles of more
snow falling on wasted war-
torn faces glazes wide unblinking
eyes, white light erases
places, ages, life
flies away to where
I haven't got a clue but
I can't solve  the problems
of insolvency by dissolving
decency- can you?
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The sight of my blood
relatives always leaves me
feeling anemic.
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Where can one find
the tools to escape
the cage's that one
The 'smith keeps
hammering away- still
the mettle keeps its shape.
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HarunoWolfLove Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013
I've always loved your gallery. It doesn't get nearly enough the attention it truly deserves. <3
ArtSail Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
lovely shots..
psychodecline Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2011
Great job, I'm loving your pictures
psychodecline Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2011
You're welcome :)
Sssorry Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2011
Hello psychodecline, thanks for stopping by and having a look. I am happy you are enjoying my photos- thank you for sharing your kind comment, too. Have a great day.
White light,
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