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Skipping smooth stones across conversation Words ripple in rivers to a misread ocean White capped lies ride crashing waves Tormenting still shores with foaming raves Seagulls screech songs with stabbing screams Dusk draws dark with diminishing dreams Raindrops drip in diamond shaped tears Breezes sigh deep on deaf turned ears Storms settle to showers subduing at last But the landscape will never resemble its past

In the course of life we wander among others Through mists of memory we grapple with ghosts That haunt the edges of demands for decisions To embody others goals that crush our own hopes While we leap through hoops of unstable circles And clutch for strings of uncertain dreams That fabricates nothing but pathetic ruses As promises made, converge into schemes

On the grey Days I miss The Sun’s light The blue Sky With wispy Clouds, I want To heat And dry The outside Air. On the grey Days The bare Trees And sleeping Gardens Make me sad, Impatient, And sometimes I am quick to anger. I think too much. On the grey Days I try To hibernate To retreat, I close The blinds Against The Sky I avoid Nature’s course. On the grey Days I warm the house, And cook, And clean, I turn The music up Just a notch Always playing In the background. On the grey Days I find ...

She scrubs and cleans, makes seven beds. Her hands are cracked and turning red, Ruby as her lips. Her once white dress, black with stains Moves to match her long dark mane That’s snarled, its ends all split. These seven men are too much work Each contains his own sole quirk, They’re all different, yet all the same. Not one of them knows enough To fill the empty tinder box Or pick up his own tiny socks; She’s grown weary of this game. The bright red fruit arrives one day From whom it comes, it...

Dragon circled the earth by night Dropping dreams along his path Forming ripples in known reality With illusion, he altered the truth of sight. He lit the sky with his breath of fire, In guiding patterns for all to see. Tiny specs of brilliant beams To hang forever on invisible wire. The air stirred through his sparkling scales Filling the Earth with echoed melody. Light of fire to drops of rain reflected With colors too vibrant to pale. His power of enchantment and insight grew To transcendi...