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You broke me over a thousand times
pushed me in the deep end
and watched me drown
You robbed me of everything
that brought me joy
took the clothes off my back,
spat in my face
Locked my laugh in a jar,
made my tears your toy
I suppose
this day must end.
May you, beneath
its shadow, Friend,
fancy a place
to ease your soul,
caress your heart,
soothe and console
worries that cause
your wrinkled brow...
may those thoughts fade,
at least, for now.
And may the softness
of Eventide,
comfort your spirit,
rest by your side
while stars of wonder,
heaven sent,
shine o'er you, sleeping,
your day now, spent.
not far from the lips when in earshot of Amelie
my eldest sister undergoing chemotherapy
for lymphoma of the breast
and a couple of other suspicious areas
on her skin in close proximity.
Now a cursory overview of Harris highlights
to help the reader understand mein kampf.
Yesterday, March 26th, 2026,
she left a voice message
after weeks of inactive communication
with me, a singular brother,
who cares about her welfare
since the day of my birth
January 13, 1959.
The moon, a severed eye of bone, watched the cabin where love was shown.
But shadows creep, and lead will fly, when crooked stars burn the sky.
The sheriff’s heart, a cold, black kiss, turned her sweet life to dark abyss.
Rope on her neck, taut and deep—a promise of a cold dark sleep
The sky was bruised with violet veins,
a gallows built of rotted pine.
The Sheriff held the heavy chains,
and crossed a dark, eternal line.
Who Am I?
A question asked in search of truth.
A broken mirror
reflects the many different parts of me.
The quiet observer,
learning and mimicking,
trying to fit in.
Constant exhaustion
without exertion.
An actor,
typecast in a role
I didn’t audition for.
A deep thinker
that thinks too deeply.
Feeling the lows
and rarely experiencing the highs.
Walking through life
a step behind everyone else,
in an attempt to copy,
to be accepted.
Who are you
What have you become
Im scared for you
I know what I'm losing
It hurts me
I can't see you or hear your voice
Im sorry I had to
Burned my lip
On a sip of hot coffee
This morning.
It pushes my thoughts of being present
In this very moment,
Questioning life
And everything else.
An incomplete mosaic
Of a thousand pieces
Standing in the reflection
Right across from me.
A dose of caffeine,
The scent of the morning and
Parts of me on the other side
In my peculiar mind
They don't clash.
Standing strong in the storm
without a move or shrivelling up
durable trunk covered by scars
of vandals who scraped out their hearts
on your bark. But still…
protecting what's inside
Gust of wind, the dance of branches
messed up the hair, leaves everywhere,
falling down to be trampled on ground
Growing up to create a wall
Between the sun, joy and you,
to cool you down in his shadow
A needle’s kiss, a veins chase,
to vanish from this crowded place.
The golden wax begins to melt,
a liquid heaven briefly felt.
The silver thread begins to pull,
pulsing the void until it’s full.
But morning breaks with corrosive light,
to steal the peace found in the night.
The silk warmth begins to freeze,
bringing the soul to its knees.
A ferocious trap where life once stood,
cracked porcelain and rotted wood.
Death buys the calm it could,
with all it has and all it should.
Cats at Night
Stealthy assassins,
patrolling the neighbourhood.
Agile, timid felines—
eyes aglow beneath street lamps.
No set route but knows the way.
Nocturnal sight as clear as day.
Coming to rest beneath a parked car,
not long stopped,
to shelter from the rain,
and take heat from a still-warm engine.
The sound of birdsong, the morning symphony,
like the Piper’s flute,
its signal—time to leave.