The Battle is Real

The wind carried a stench
Charred meat turned
My heart you would not eat
Salty air lingers
Caresses my cheek
I cannot move
Zombie eyes and fingers
Twitch
Heat that puts me to sleep
Itch
Of words I cannot speak
The distant death bell clatters
I am not my intention
The outcome is all that matters
Sporadic giggle in hyena vowels
Of love I could not save
Drill the path to hellish bowels
Acidic turned sacred mountain
Beneath an ancient dust
Yet ~ Move my feet I must
Numb with disbelief

She

Like true fanatics
She believed every line
Like true believers
She had Faith she’d be fine
She tried to teach you kindness
But, you could not understand
I think you wanted happiness
Just not by your own hand
Contentment isn’t easy
You see me, so you will know
Revenge will never free me
It will come from letting go
He who hesitates is not lost
Some thought went into it
Bravely accept the apology
See an unwillingness to quit
When I cannot lead by example
Then remember to forgive
Mostly what I wished to do
Is to love the life I live
I ask only that you are ready
Give me time to turn around
Please hold the mirror steady
If I am frightened by what’s found
Give me time to love the crack
The splintered piece of She
I want to love you back
Reconcile Truly
The reflection of Me

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You Will Not Be Excused

You are careless
In a world where you should care more
You dare too much
Then complain I don’t answer anymore
You push so hard
Try to impress
Admit it
You do not know best
And; I accept no less
Than what is guaranteed
But, you leave in stealth
Not quickly planned
I know your tell
Like the back of my hand
You expect respect
That I refuse
I cannot respect
What’s is so used
I am
Nevertheless
Bereft
I didn’t wish for this
Or anticipate
A time when we would come to hate
Or necessity conjugate
When many fires burned
And I was too late
With the lessons I learned
When I picture you
Your lips cry your life
I am not moved
I deny your right
My back is straight
Since I removed your knife
You were careless
I am no longer confused
I am improved
And; you will not be excused

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An Arrangement

I fell into you
When we met
Accidentally
Fated design
At the right time
Right place
The space in my head
Perfectly
Suited
For an affair
Of the mind
I listen
Your life fascinates me
The time line
Captivates
I’m content
With an arrangement
Not meant
For forever
And no lies
To devastate
You seem surprised
That your hypnotic eyes
To me don’t mean love
I’m too tired
To explain
That I had enough
Love
And it means
Things
Get complicated
I am passion
And control
And No anytime
Suits me fine
As we speak
I care for you
What you’ve been through
I understand
But, know I won’t demand
More
Than
This
So if we don’t kiss
There’s no kiss and tell
And, when you are ready
I will wish you well
And thank you, too
For the gift of you

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Snapped on the Wire

I stand on a ledge
Tippy toe fire
Tipped too far over
Snapped on the wire
Bounced back and forth
Sure footing is fought
The price was too high
I snapped on the wire
The moment I was caught
Believing Fairy Tales
Until I stumbled and fell
Into this idealistic haze
This is not my ending
This is not my quiet
‘Til I snapped on the wire
I had never been higher
And death odds require it
It is between you and me
And what I can never be
If I’m saddened by loss
And that I can’t remain
I stay snapping on the wire
As it infiltrates my brain
By snapping this wire
Somehow I am contained
There’s gotta be some spillage
There’s gotta be some work
And if you’re on the other side
Stay there, away from hurt
I never meant to poison
Not from my tomb
Not from my heart
Still I snap at this here wire
Draw in tight to draw apart
No leeway, it is gone
The balance can’t be won
I know I’m falling over
And, have been for so long
Just let me keep on falling
One more Snap, too tightly wired
And at last, I will be done
One last snap, I am so tired

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The Fates

Woven by Moirae
Mortal design bound in thread
My tragedy unfurled,
Where my life has led
Even the Fates turned aside;
And hide tears as they work
Up ending embroidered loss
Broken, I live in cropped stitches
A kaleidoscope of hearts
And; a single silver thread
of granted wishes
There is a wisdom in necessity
Even, in love not meant to be
Like puppets in stops and starts
My life continues; untold glitches
I can’t prevail, in this I lose
Clotho, Lahkesis and Atropos,
Cry as they weave mankind
They Cry to Ananke,
A Mother who guides no more
This – I did not choose,
Are you Listening, or turned blind?
While I implore Zeus,
Please stop
The loom chamber glints
Ashen and gold
Beautiful Reds in grief
Wondrous Blues of magic
Bound to each, these three
Woven core for destiny
They do not pause
Or give probable cause
They have no say
They cannot speak
They cannot change
The future they bring
The Fates will win
But, it is no victory
I’ve asked The Fates
For an inkling
How much longer
Before they cut my string

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Two Words

Withstand
Hold high
My pride
Before I die
I wanted
A little more
I suffered
Less before
Was Reminded
In flashes
Of Kindness
Or
Whip slashes
Two words
Per sentence
Scarred remembrance
Killed us
Lenient perhaps
Stingy with verbs
Still
Two words
All I heard
Too much
Not Forgotten
In mistrust
Stand tall
Shake dust
Refuse all
Incline head
I must
My bed
My mistakes
My heartaches
Offered hand
I Declined
Goodbye
Until
Next time

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Magic

Trees don’t know the wind by name
Only by soft or wild caresses
And lullabys don’t know their author
They become history just the same
Trees dance unasked
They bask in sunshine or rain
And songs are sung
They reassure, and they remain
Even if the origin a mystery
So we put to slumber
As we ourselves once were
While trees endure thunder
And grow despite fire
Become strong rooted and new
Both touch hearts, inspire
The words form foundation
Of a truth we always knew
While God reveals His creation
As both the reason and the strength
The art of words, so powerful
Saturation of a soul filled
With beauty and sleepy lines
Distant wind chimes of childhood safety
And so find rest, infinite times
A voice that carries through eternity
Knowledge that our bonds hold
Pure belief
In magic
And Fairytales
As they enfold
Count not the tragic
Power in simple things
The love been human brings
Your remembered warm breath soothes
A long ago innocent child believes
A magic that’s retained
Far beyond adult stains
As long as my heart can retrieve
As long as my mind can conceive
You will be the magic in my dreams

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In Your World?

My love,
I have dreamed of you. I don’t think I know you now, but you’ve held me. During lucid dreams, I feel your arms around me and I am calmed. I feel its texture, warmth and I know you are strong and tanned. I know that you are waiting for me and I dream of you next to me. I have turned to you in my sleep. I have felt you next to me – felt reassured and in that way fall asleep again. You are of water, strength and calm. Your breath is warm. You love me intensely and protectively. You are frustrated – as I am, that we are still apart. What does fate expect of me, if you have my heart?
Who are you? Where are you? How do I find you? You are aware of me, though not like I am of you. You are not of my country. You are fair, though dark from sun and trees and the sea. I want to know you. I feel cheated. I am rescued by you in dreams, now I have become the rescuer and you only advise. Maybe it is too late? Maybe I knew you before this life. And, just maybe, we will meet in the next one. It explains much, the searching….the failure. I am done. You are the one.

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Slavic Fantasy Dreams

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Boots

Feel?
Nothing
I earned
I am Deserving
Boots with heels
Taller, stronger
What woman feels
Spurned
Rejected
So wrath
Your power steals
Ignores, and
Condones None
Boots with heels
Transform from Mother
Sit silently, smother
I’m done
Not Conflicted
Not Restricted
These boots with heels
Take strides, not steps
Taking a ride
What’s left?
These boots aren’t made for talking
And I ain’t taking ’em off

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