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Low Hanging Fruit

This guilt hangs heavy Like fruit on the vine Ripe with future decay Yet tempting still As succulent as sin Waiting for a fire To cleanse my dry soul It bends without breaking Scratches and claws Always emerging intact Even though weather scarred Bruised and brushed aside This emotional storm No reservoir in sight Just … Continue reading Low Hanging Fruit

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Smoke & Ash

The coals glow candy apple red Sparkling with a feisty inner fire A carpet as if finally unfurled Waiting for a resurrection He stands at the smoky margin His feet, scabbed and blistered From those multitudinous trials Seeking partial salvation They join this dancing cacophony On the edge of something beautiful As the man ahead … Continue reading Smoke & Ash

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Original Sonnet #2

A ticking clock creates driving rhythm Stretching out each second til it’s complete At the mercy of nature’s every whim Making impressions in this soul’s concrete The moon sets its monthly cycle in stone Like a mirror set under open sky Reflecting light across flesh and bone Before spreading its leaden wings to fly This … Continue reading Original Sonnet #2

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Ebony Thick

The line was firm Painted ebony thick Striated and distressed Then stretched thin By millions of bare feet Shuffling off to sleep In this phantom life Where colors blur And shades are drawn Thick against the night This avalanche of sighs Twisted against itself Waiting for strength A straightness of form This black upon black … Continue reading Ebony Thick

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Stark Winter

The cold seeps in like a drug Coursing its way through my veins Settling deep into sinew and bone Possessing its own heartbeat This frozen wasteland of mine Starving for a recognition That will never arrive And these latent convictions Solid as a block of ice Yet chipped away by circumstance By a monumental love … Continue reading Stark Winter

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Hesitant Love

This hesitant love Beating in perfect time With the rumbling fear Threatening my soul Finding me in shadow Pin point, razor sharp So much like friends But with an attitude Born of conscious time A closeness by default Shoved into a semblance Of what we called love Nothing else being near But the eyes see … Continue reading Hesitant Love