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


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what is it about darkness and night

that sometimes turns the bright starry blackness

into solid white

I've seen it like this

because I don't sleep

its suffocation and breathlessness

with my own two far-sighted eyes



the air becomes

the inside of a leaking refrigerator

the kind of coldness that reaches into your bones

and makes you believe in grim endings



the silence contained within it

the clamping down of a grey hand

reaching from a silvery sky



the dampering of each small sound

and then slowly crawls on its millipede feet

tip-toeing into and minute spaces

making tall builldings seem cramped

and engulfed

with fog so thick it covers

like a snail makes his hard shell


from the ground up

swallowed hole

with no belching sound

nor fireworks


the dense mist works its

prestige


the lights of the city

and the surrounding whiteness

becoming indistinguishable from one another



and the birds lose the sky and the ground

confusion dulls the mummy-moon

and pilots can't fly their plans

and stars and planets lose their orbits


when

the universe seems disordered

and chaos abides

as the night changes to white

and the moon is convinced

it is the new sun


and death steals on

little ferret feet

and squirms into sleeper's beds

some wake up

and some stall in their nightmares

get caught in the maw

of the pale and the pall

of Obliviland.....


beware Lucid Dreamers all

when nights turn spectre-white

and the air sneaks stealthily

into sight

and the denseness of white

silences then

snuffs out it all............................



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