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EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy



Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Encounter Before Dawn

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

A Smattering Of Mattering (How Do You Matter)

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

I Will Return

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

TONIGHT

The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

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every day
every night
I know I'm alive
informed through pain

my bones boil 
and churn 
in my bodily mote. A
 human lightening rod,
 with the,lightening bolt.
Pain surrounds me and, in my ears, 
screams at me

I didn't ask for you
but you've arrived
and have chosen to stay
You've well overstayed your welcome

I wish you'd go to hell or wherever you came from,
just leave me alone  go away

I can no longer run
I hobble as I walk
I would rather dance
I would rather jaunt
I would rather resemble 
the woman
I once was

that gal is gone
I am estranged from and a stranger
to myself
it is dangerous to wake
and look for the crumbs and create a crust of
a me who was once the whole pie.

I want to be whole
I want to rise up
I want to give into my rage and anger
I want to run and run
I want I want I want
but cannot have
I am sad
for who I lost
but I have no choice
I must move on
I must wake up
I must endeavor to endure
there is no fate
there is no cure
this is what has happened
this is what cannot be undone

I cannot accept this
but from this cutting acceptance
I can NEVER run.


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