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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)


if I were to believe
in what's going on today

I might find the world
to be a coffin

the fresh-faced hope
for all
gone grey-pale
and still

new wounds appear
often and daily
chill
my heart
almost un-beating
in my chest

the headlines
making headway
create unrest
and widening pools
of impossible
trespassing sadness

and Spring is not
the season for new tidings
and gladness

drowned in sorrowing
and tears
are the yellowing girls
that should dance
daffodils and jonquils
and crocuses
no longer the harbingers
the golden ladies of Spring
I've adored in one passing glance

I want a sweeping wand
and a fistful of sparkle dust
and cotton candy clouds
and yo-yo stars on a un-tangling string

a brilliant time for all man and womankind's
re-imagining..
what if
we could turn it all around
be wide-eyed again
and hear the celestial music
in the clouds
instead of the daily drills of dirges
on our doorsteps
the headlines hailed upon us
as cast stones

and bells tolling
count up the death
play on the dirge for the
Loss of Hope

if there's a cure
a merciful medicine
manna falling from the heavens
just enough to sprinkle on
an entire world
and re-seed and re-sod this world
with real Hope

today is the moment
I need to grab
its the shininess of the realm of belief
and see it sprout again
grow green again
so the world again
could renew again
in a cacophony of bird songs
a spontaneity
an over-growth
a gloriously green bandage
enough to heal and encircle the globe.....




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