Month: August 2021

Inferno

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Throw me to where the flames are arising

For this is the moment I’ve been practicing

In carousel of groundhog days

Grinding teeth as I bolster the boulder uphill ready to be pulverized at any moment

Throw me to the darkness

For the last be of candlewick’s been said to ignite the brightest

Oh, throw me where there is a need.

8.30.2021

Foolish Brandish

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You point your fingers at those who wave the flag at the topic of the mountain for all to see.

Poignantly, and supposedly wisely, you mutter yourself, “a real man wouldn’t waver their glory for all to see”

But that acerbic teeth clenching tells me there’s an acrimonious shadow brewing

Just for a moment to peak to strike at the chance to gain it all for yourself

So have you ever cared to notice

That the man’s mind is filled with nothing but remnants of what he dreamed for?

Empty your mind, and get busy working.

8.29.2021

Forest

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Strolling through the forest,

I stumbled upon a pin

Rather peculiar, I looked around.

There was nothing.

Too quiet, too clean.

I looked up,

And there it was

A parachute full of letters

Ready to explode in a moment’s notice

Just as you turn you head just a little

To avoid the roadkill;

Staying silent, for running don’t matter too much,

I passed my time watching the butterfly fly away.

8.28.2021

Crimson sun

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As to embody the magma itself

Rouge yolk arises above the horizon

Burning its existence in every moment,

It dies, and the revives, every second.

Slowing climbing to the apex,

The pan reverberates its presence deeply

Silently, calmly, and ubiquitously.

Then it descends, as azure darkness leaks in

Ever so subtly, until the seed of ember

plants itself again into the dormant soil

Like a slow wink of a sperm whale

Who descends into the abyss

Searching for its final destiny.

8.25.2021

Voice

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Rise up, I say. Hell with the images. Today we rebel.

Fire in my head clears my vision, burning foggy chirps of sloppy excuses and fear.

It’s time to stir up some magic, I’d say; times is to be earned, grasped with coarse hands, squeezed like the milky juice of lemons.

Dare, once again, before swiveling up the guards against the storm to ride the tide and seize the moment of your dream.

The day is still bright, the air is breathable. Take your moment, or get busy giving it away.

8.23.2021

Fight

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Fight for her.

You know who I am talking about. I know you still remember.

Dig further into your brown square moving boxes of memories

You’ll find the scent. The tempo of leisurely siesta of golden age. Citrus bliss of youth blending graciously with the earth that abundantly provides.

Fragments of tender vignettes have been waiting here all along, sinking further into the inevitable abyss.

The touch. The smile. The softness. You do remember, don’t you?

So: fight for her. Do not neglect the promise sworn on that bridge. Onwards. Don’t look back. Fight for her.

8.22.2021

Remember

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Have you noticed the creases at the back of your fingers have increased since the springtime when the blossom of the cherries cascaded like the white dancing will-o’-wisps?

That grocery list you swore you’d remember that summer afternoon as you put your feet into your sneakers to slip into the orange sunset, do you still remember?

Have the bubble that sizzled like fireworks of the July Fourth alongside the river ever got forgotten under thousands of layers of sediments of numbed memories over time?

Have they?

Do

You

Remember?

8.21.2021