I long for midwinter days
Muffled walks in solitude
Golden leaves uncovered –
Ravens flying low

Days of trepidation in the 
Land of shame and 
Long shadows, 
Sinful pleasures abound 

I long for the ultimate caw 
I carry the silver spoon
Awaiting her final call –
Descending 

Days of fey nagging
Eyes untouching 
Paws pouncing 

... Death 

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Should I be worried 
Should I be scared 
As the memories of hugging
Eludes me

Should I be worried
Should I now scream 
At the gates of the Goddess 
Abandoning me

Should I be worried 
Should I so swear 
Never again to desire 
A woman's hand

Should I be worried 
Should I resent 
Giving up the Nectar –
Her divine touch

Should I be worried 
Should I be scared 
As the memories of you
Rapidly fades

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There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's 
Silence 

The is no truth between the stars
No path set straight or 
Unaligned 

There is no truth beneath silver skies 
No earthen land to enrich a broken
Mind 

There is no truth in barren soil 
No strong roots supporting leafy
Oaks

There is no truth in roots growing 
No foundation for a mindful life
Propaganda 

There is no truth in dusty books
No pattern of prosperity for its
Following 

The is no truth in common tongue 
No metaphors fit for the gathering 
Crowd 

There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's 

Silence

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Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers 
Cast aside 

Fingers crossed and searching 
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly 

From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar 

The innocent meeting of flesh 
As dawn turn to
Silver

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Feet firmly attached
Pedals circulating
Another morning dawns
Unable to propel me 

A perpetual pendulum swing

A stationary solitude 
Watching other faces 
Other people and their
Otherworldly expressions

A perpetual pendulum swing 

My skin covered with tears
A longing for another way
Another bypass round this
Hamlet of dread 

A perpetual pendulum swing

So hot, unsweetened truth
I wipe the tears on my cloth
A smile of bewildered hope 
My rhapsody in blue 

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