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Poem #7



OZ

My Emerald City
Is filled with
Memories of the past
Glimpses of the future
The yellow brick road
Foot print after foot step
Leading me into ambiguity
Leading me into purpose
Ruby slippers blind us
From our true ambitions
Our tin bodies rust
From the reign of false hope
Propaganda breaks hearts
This fear we feel is like a frost
That clings to our windows at night
Making us see only foggy shapes
Muted colors
You are my Emerald City
My safety, my shelter
Storm will brew
Tornadoes touch down
Houses may fall
Witches show their haggard faces
But coming back
To my Emerald City
Reminds me

There is no place like home.
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Poem #6



2 Words

Gallows looming
Tumbling down
Fighting gravity
Grasping straws
Feeling weightless
Cold air
Eyes water
Darkness growing
Tightening rope
Memories flash
Lost love
Lies told
Promises broken
Death beckons
Last breath
Clouds part
Pearly gates
Questions answered
Judgment passed
Sins forgiven
Enter eternity
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Poem #5




It Rains, It Pours
Looking through the fog of your halo
Wonderful confusion makes me not want to leave
We lie to the world
While we lay in bed
Angel wings fall like rain
A storm of irrational situations
Live in the past, present and future
Outside of time the choices we choose
Not to make
Play themselves out in a world
Not known to us
What keeps my heart beating
Is knowing that we are together
Not hear
But there
Somewhere across the universe
Our bodies burn like the distant stars
Begging to touch
Longing to intertwine our paths.
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Poem #4



A Silent Serenade

Wishing for any other place than here
Wishing for any body other than me
Choose today
Choose this moment
Live in me
As I live in you
Wishing for any other heart than mine
Wishing for any other thought than this
Never past
Never forget
Dry the tears
I shed for you
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Poem #3



All Her Beauty

Watch as the moon undresses
Keep your eyes focused
Her true beauty will arrive shortly

Watch as the moon turns
From yellow to shimmering gold
You have made her blush

Watch as the moon watches you
But never stops shedding layers
She is tempting you

Watch as the moon devours the night
Taking all attention away
From the dancing stars

Watch as the moon finishes her ritual
Nightly seducing all men
Her beauty is overwhelming

Watch as the moon melts
into the horizon, her bed
She will bide her time.
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A Poem a Week




I want to get back into the creative groove, thus I am going to challenge myself to write a poem a week and publish it on my blog. That's 52 poems, if you didn't know. I have had this overwhelming need, yes NEED, to be somewhat artistic and creative. I have been having flashes or creativity enter my mind for the past few months and it has been bothering me to the point of frustration. I don't really know how to deal with having a creative blockage in my life, I guess laxatives, but I don't want to got to extreme measures just yet. I am having ideas come to me that seem to have been there for years they are so developed, my only problem is seeing them go from ideas to completed work. I have ideas for short plays, stories (books), skits (humorous and dramatic), poems, art work... it is really a cool thing that I don't know how to control or harness. So to start, I'm going for a poem a week for 1 year. Hopefully I can hold my self accountable to this resolution and try to actually complete something that is not required of me.
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How Does It Feel?

Whispers
The winds of change float through our lives
We never listen until the time has past
They lay in our wake, dead and silent
We cut through lives with precision
But cannot hold onto a sliver of each other

Vision blurs
Breath taken
Lips touch
Hearts race
Our world
Melts away.
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