Visual Drafts

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Was there ever punishment, a cane 
slicing through the air, and
tears

Was there ever punishment, a hand
grasping too hard, and 
fear

Was there ever punishment, in truth
without a crime
commited 

Was there ever punishment, or
were these mere fantasies, 
memories corrupted by
age and a mind deluded
by their conceit

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Rising Sun

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As I meander through the garden 
of yesteryears
Skipping over broken bottles 
of unfamiliar make
Avoiding the sharp edges 
of unused razor blades and
The soiled pages 
of Gentlemen’s Magazines
I stop and stare in awe 
Before me the rising Sun
The only thing; the constant 
A remainder from that first day 
The day I took my first breath
All those years ago
But now is now; a quick reminder
I worry not of life thereafter
My presence here is brief
Before long I will be gone but
The Sun will go on greeting 
Those fortunate to have the time 
and patience…
to stop to stare in awe

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Arise!

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To my firstborn, I name thee “Ghosts”,
May you be the carrier of my legacy,
and proclaimer of truths

To my second child, “Imbalance”,
May you strive to fulfil 
the dreams that was and 
those that never will

To my youngest, “Bumblebee”, 
May you be my crowning glory
the keeper of the sigil and the
Key to all that is

To all my children 
from this day forth
I pray to give you life
I implore you to Arise!

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Death by An

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His death was invisible,
             (tricks of the trade?)
     In my minds eye,
           The 8mm reel spins,
Empty
      Flapping film ends the
           Legacy left behind 
and 
    A few Gentlemen’s Magazines 
          Stained

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Karmageddon

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Foul, 

Foul I cry,

The taste of your words in my mouth
is Foul,

Thinking that taking pointers from you
trying to be you would somehow 
make you a less of a repulsive
proposition was a blueprint 
for Karmageddon that no 
mouthwash could ever 
purge.

Foul I cry,

Foul!

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My Fiercest Foe

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My greatest enemy, and fiercest 
                                                     foe

I demand a standoff, let us meet 
                                             at dawn

Bring your finest weapons, daggers 
                                                 or sword

We will decide this battle now, once
                                               and for all

My greatest enemy, the voice I do
                                               not have

I challenge you to surrender, to grant
                                          me say at last

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Revelations

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Encouragement
from a friendly voice
Butterflies
&
Racing thoughts
Butterflies
from a moment of weakness
(or was that undiscovered
strength?)
when mind overruled matter
the thoughts lingering
at the back of a mind
became reality unfolding
and
a new path
was
set alight

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