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Desert Stone and Cactus Spinethe stones of this desert are made of words
and every spine on any cactus
is a painful point
begging to be driven deep by a tense silence
There was a desert where the sun stayed high
Ever blue as a heartbreak was that forever sky
Above the dust-devil washes where I ran as a child
Among the ripples of sand dunes that stretched out for miles
I wandered alone and learned to be wild
Back in those days, the stones used to fly
And dodging and ducking, to throw back I'd try
But their rain was so heavy, and it hurt when they hit!
So I'd run to my sand dunes, and I'd curse stones a bit
And I'd swear on my soul to someday make those stones quit
I stayed in my desert and swallowed my tears
When I was pelted with stones by the ones that I feared
'Till I discovered the cactus and the points I could make
With the cactus I found the stones easy to take
So as a child I used cactus for my own shildish sake
Now I'm older, I'm prone to deny
Those bright empty days 'neath that heartbroken sky
I don't want
The KeepThe Tower has grown dark and cold
full of little many-legged things
Forever dancing on the slimy floor
The Keep of my heart
When the walls began,
Oh! I fashioned them with small child's hands
So time drifted, and as I grew
It was no surprise that the walls did too
And I fooled the little dancer that came to play
With my child's heart in those dreary days
I'd grit my teeth and stay alone
My castle's Keep, my heart of Stone.
Four courses high, I wasn't even twenty
But I'd mined so much stone I knew there was plenty
I'd just barely started, Ten courses high!
I smiled at the world and turned twenty-five
I was trapping the dancers that came to play
With my stoney heart in those dreary days
I loved the pain, it made my life real
Love it? My God! It was all I could feel!
I turned around and turned thirty-seven
The stone of my heart was almost to heaven
So I put it down, but my heart could not smile
So I sighed and I frowned and walked alone for a while
But the weather was bad, and the trail g
And the Rain fallsBolting from the brushes the Creature moved black glistening claws extended tearing at the over growth of unlucky forest saplings of SuriGuard Forest- Black pupil-less eyes taking in the world in mounting fury- yet fear was there- a pain. The canine creature whirled around sniffing at the night air puffs of steam leaving it's nostrils as it tried to sniff out it's enemy- The Werewolf tried desperately to clear it's thoughts to a more logical level to out-smart this foe- but again and again the tormenting animalistic tendencies would take hold. One clawed hand clamped firmly against it's lower abdomen a river of scarlet slowly seeping through the dark brown dingy fur Slowly it's lips peels back showing rows of yellowing teeth as it snarled ears slowly flattening as it kept it's eyes set in the direction it had fled fromů.
He had been following the once human Donavin Jinks for over Six months now- having finally found him in the safety of SuriGuard's woods- Salem was only here in
...Tension, is building between
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
[lets not get lost in the moment
In TimeI wait:
underneath my thoughts,
through its riverbeds.
tears fall into dry banks
memories fill them.
Our Wayward Starsguide the specimen
through the maze
and through the rain
rinsing our clothes
like they're still on fire
and somewhere, well
they probably are
and you pray
like tomorrow itself
is the fuel
that empties our dark places
like what lives there
goes away at dawn
but it doesn't
and i pray
like tonight itself
is the dark
that fuels our light
like what lives in each
feeds the ugly other
and it might
but, we're all prey
and the dream itself
is the place where
our chemical flames
hit the surface
flailing as we sink
in panicked clothes
from a distance
we must look like
lost, accepting the
drowning slow burn
of our descent
we look like what we are
MoreWith a broken heart- you’ll starve
All the love you’ll receive will drip out
And constantly you’ll be ‘needing’ more.
Love's FearHe holds her,
maybe he is ready
to talk about love.
He takes a breath.
She takes a breath.
She is not ready for love,
her heart is cold;
left from a frozen wasteland of a childhood,
she can not receive his love.
He takes another breath,
maybe its not the right time,
He noticed she was upset,
the scars on her arms left a trail
to her heart.
He is unsure.
She is unsure.
Maybe love is possible,
a hug can go a long way in life
thawing ones insides.
Chewing the half moons of his fingers.
Chewing the half ways of her fingers.
He sighs, ready to take the big step,
lightly taps her on the shoulder;
he is now ready he thinks.
He opens his mouth to speak.
She opens her mouth to speak.
I bet she smells of laurel and pineI've made a career of
standing on the back porch -
calling your name into
the wide-open ears of
You step from the house
to beckon me inside
but I swear a piece of you
is missing; escaped
into wilder arms years ago.
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I wear the dream snare like a chain.
The willow hoop filled with spider thread,
sway loose as the aves feathers
and the spun yarn traps the fallen.
I tread subconsciousness
like salmon swim
in the falls of Williamette.
And watch the net
take hold of chimera,
a phantasm of phenomena
as I greet the cousin of death
with a firm shake of the hand
and respectful grin.
But wisps of spirits tempestuous
reverberate throughout the lace,
as the new day slowly begins to take shape.
Light returns to Earth as my eyes open.
Conceptions' theories last so long
before absoluteness' presence grabs hold.
I'd rather immerse myself in abstractions.
Low and ColdThe glacier is silent and still
It forms slowly
Layer upon layer
The hardest ice is down low
Some ancient snowfall (buried like a memory)
Of a winter that did not end
A spring that never came
The droplets that collect below the hard ice
Cold tears of a million captured moments
Dance forever away from the glacial grip
A timid waltz
That ends with them huddled together
Under the heavy darkness
Unwilling to venture beyond the frozen shelter
That seeks aways to reclaim them
From droplet to puddle, from puddle to pool
To a great shadowy lake
Where the dark water swims with hungry ghosts
Born of a stormy past
The glacier is silent and still
But beneath the black ice
The melting of the past forms an ebony lake
Where something hunts in the darkness
Way down low, and cold.
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