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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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Dream Goblins Of The Night



In a dream
I saw secrets,
the shadows
that were not
supposed to show.

All the people
became much smaller,
like little lies,
which when they try to escape,
have no place to go.

I saw them in their smallness
and their meanness.
And when I tried to hold them
they begged to be left alone.

As if I had some control.
As if I had some power.
As if I was a Behemoth
with great strength
and vitriol.

But I had none of this
and they unraveled from my grasp
as ones attention unravels
in a dream.

Their disappearance dismissed me
the air filled with the hissing
and spitting of their long litany
of lies
as they scurried off like rats
into the darker corners
of my mind.

Sitting up now gives me
new perspective.
Sitting up brings in new light.
As does
rubbing out the seeds of their
dark magic from within
the corners of my eyes.


(A dream poem which came to me later on in the morning...
during second sleep. I want to remember this, so I wrote it
down for the remembering.)


legal copyright for this poem 3/21/2019 6:27AM PST time/date stamped
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