There he sits alone and still
they think he talks to God
when his eyes are glazed and far away
he has them all fooled
again

He communes but not with God
his master is the fallen angel
who misleads all with lies
including this acolyte

Who now rises with a plan
time to sacrifice another man
or a woman, even child
matters not to him
the bomber

PRE-LIBERATION (THE WALL FLOWER'S PRAYER)
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Must be all alone to really be me-
Don’t want anyone to know or see me
Sitting alone in a corner of the
Room-

Man in the corner feels so low, he
Watches the shadows flit by slowly,
Wishing he was alone and safely
Home;

Asking himself for the hundredth time
Why he ever agreed to come,
Was it just his hope for something
More?

He never really understood
What it was made others feel so
Good…
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Here's something that's rarely fathomed
a thing that's been left unsaid,
but, there is actually a King of the Gnomes
and they call him, Freeze Frame Fred!

He keeps a rather low profile
as he's merely the King of the "pawns",
he's foreverly been fashioned in five different colors
out standing on everyone's lawns.

He has no special powers
popularity has given him fame,
he may be in charge of all the other Gnomes
but, moderocity is his only game.

Darkness
The beauty of its perfect
Solitude
Enveloping me in an
Embrace
Others not seeing the
Advantage
Of developed moon night
Gaze
The quiet of its noble
Grace
Moving unafraid with
Oneness
Ebony darkness, cool and tranquil in
Silence

rising like cracks
the dark stain
fanning like sticky smoke

we were rooted
the fascinations burning into us
like a brand
we could feel the
swelling
we could taste the
hot bite

the whole dream jumped
into yesterday
and replayed
and we wore
tragic jacket
attire

standing in the grass
the tall buckles
catching dry stalks
and the glitter of all
that crap on the dashboard

driven the four hundred miles
folded by time
by horror and fate

Emily my love
How is it
That you are so far away
I can never hold you in my arms
But you are so close
I can never let you go in my heart
How is it
I can see your smile
And never taste your lips
How is it
I can close my eyes and dream of you
Then open my eyes
And my dreams never come true
How is it
In this whole crazy world
Two lost souls found each other
The way we did
How is it
We will never kiss

after months
you are still
in folds of sweaters

the one i bought
along with your cap

yesterday i smelled of you
because you are in the color blue

i hope my memory
stays clear like
the hot springs

how perfect
is beauty when
seen through the eyes of

someone you loved

its Sunday
and my breath sticks inside
my shirt,
humidity claws as sweat
rolls
beneath white tees,
curled edges
showing femininity
as eyes are devoid of heat

baggage sits itself
beneath blues
and i
rifle through
pulling comfort from the shade,
red tinged lines
like mazes
as i shield myself
from all that i know too well

`

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring

when the sun begins to shine again
life's vital truths made clear at road's end

`

arrive by five
the heels of your boot
rise on the smokey
well of stairs

and the squeal of
the brass workings
on the stolid door

your a comfort to me
glide across the room
as the slash of hot sun
bathes you
the mercury
steady

dig about in the old fridgedaire
and haul out the cold remains
of Vodka

tip back a thirsty throat
and the peach coral
lips suck down the
remaining ounces