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Season of Happy Greetings
Joy a Single Snowflake
Solitude in a King Size Bed
X^3
As the lingering thoughts of
summer fades
the Sleeper awakes
unconsciously tapping
the power of ages.
Blissful winds hunts
the creature small
soothing thoughts
through barren
landscape.
The one way depicted
in paintings of old
The second a guessing
a coming fortold
The third merely there
to matter the fact
No matter what
X marks the spot.
this plague of mine
As I laid there in the corner
with your shadow hovering
I recalled the days of glory
before the ancients came.
RAPE.
RAPE.
I told you it was RAPE.
No hiding from the truth
your actions were my
spoiling.
My innocense the
candelabre rocking
the eternal fire now
diminishing
blinded
I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more
The Uncomfortable Shadows of P
In the summer night
light as a feather
fluttering silken
In the autumn chill
waying in heavy
stiffer still
In the midwinter frost
a burden unreal
hibernating
The coming of spring
most blessed of times
awakening
In shadows of self
I wander
trying hard to find
the way out
Status Quo
In my early years
I tried keeping
a diary alive
(HOW SAD A READ IT WAS…)
It died
These days I
feed the
Tumblr monster
(…)
not much has changed
I say
False Truths
The fading memories of
being loved
is the perceived fading the actual truth
or
are the memories in fact
just plainly false
Ignorance is Bliss
Once I came twice but
fast asleep you never
noticed. Your ignorance
and my bliss still
puzzling