An evening mist brings forth
Sadness within my bones.
The light scars the being I
am. Light nor darkness
bringeth me a dove.

The peace of a dove will
never quiet my home of pain.
I live in the heart of the mist.
I see nothing. I hear nothing I
speak nothing.

The Cloud upon the ground
visits me with the utmost of
ambush. I flee to no gain. I sit
deep inside of the mist.

It brings me much sorrow!

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Pixee

I sit upon my throne of corpses,
my crown made of splintered bone.
Dismembered bodies bow at my feet,
as I feast on the flesh of the living.
My castle overlooks the potters ground,
as I walk in gardens of stone.
My touch like winter, my skin, rotted.
My army-
maggots and worms.
My queen is disease,
her heart beats in my bony hand.
All are welcome to my forsaken land.
After your final breath, you shall see,
my kingdom is eternal,
my kingdom is death.

Beyond instances of younger life,
before the aches of tired bones
and aging flesh,
before raising growing children
conspired to trick us
into thinking we are old
we came together
where breeze-kissed pines
march up steep slopes of golden sand
from sunlit inland sea,
and in the hollow of the dunes
slipped from our clothes
to stop relentless time,
enjoying each other's pleasure
and release.

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There are no strings -
feel free to check it out,
ignore the mechanism
that moves my jaw about.

Watch me mouth words,
listen with an open ear,
this dummy has a voice
loud enough for all to hear.

There are no strings -
except the chains that bind
release those stoppers
to free that stubborn mind.

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I went on a journey
I went on a journey
I sought mana of feeling
empowerment for those
who would share my journey
I prayed for mana of feeling,
empowerment of feeling,
for those who would share my journey
I prayed to the spirits of the lowerworld
for empowerment
with love for you
who share my journey

An avalanche has started
there's cold ice, all around;
all the shards, that have fallen
have found solace...on the ground.

And, the bitterness that blinds me
as I try, to see ahead;
reminds me, I'm not worthy
no matter, what's been said.

I thank God for the lessons
I've been allowed, to learn;
let me be, a good example
if it ever, is my turn.

And, for my odd behaviour,
I must apologize;
but, that whimsical demeanor
is what's help me realize;

An Invitation To the Royal Marriage

They rung up my secretary,
So to say
My poems all against only one permitted,
Have been or will be or may be accepted.
The Queen will read out my poem speech,
I wrote for her
And Prince Harry
Will read the message
Written on behalf of mom
Diana
And
The Royalty guys
Will picture frame my poem
For the wedding
And
Will summon me finally,
For the handing...

HOLDING HANDS

Boulder,
Head on my shoulder,
And though you’re turning colder,
We still keep holding hands…

Softly,
Kid, are you scared of me?
Know you cannot love me,
But could we still keep holding hands?

I had you April,
And May was too long…
Another man’s girl,
Another man’s song…
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confront your image
don't hide behind a mirror
in fool's paradise

when we close our eyes
we may be blind to the world
not our conscience

spare for your own sake
a moment in solitude
for self appraisal

may good deeds prevail
over evils of the bygone
at each dawning day

smile at your image
feel good to be alive
which is a blessing