NOT                                          ICE

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Notice how little you notice?

That lull in your ear

The one you get every so often

Mirror into bird relays; chirp chirp

Footsteps reconnect…

A dog barks it’s two cents

Shadow’s waltz In & out

The slight quiver in her voice

When she laughs

HA HA…HA

How in a group of people

Only your eyes meet “hey”

That false trip she does

Just to hold on to you a little longer

Notice how little you notice?

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Mirror therapy

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                                   Your unnerving gaze                
                                          Doesn’t ever change 
                                      With a degree of certainty
                                          My trust was gained
                                            I confess to you
                                      Searching for reality again
                                        No words were spoken
                                     But i know you felt my pain
                                      We talk for hours on end
                                     Breaking through the chains
                                        You never get restless  
                                       Or even try to complain
                                          When time runs up
                                   The awkward silence remains
                                          Our session is over
                                       Goodbye’s we exchange
                                        I take one last glimpse
                                        Only to find it strange
                               That my reflection stares back
                                    Through the mirror it frames

Have at it

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Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…

Clouds of uncertainty

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The applause dies quickly, then the echoing silence
Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Colours fade inward showing the true defiance
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine

Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine
Touches of one anothers pain keeps the loneliness away

Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Engraved onto us is the misunderstanding of the plain
Touches of one another s pain keeps the loneliness away
Guilty is the soul of conducting out of whim without say

Beware of the apparent cause things are not as they seem
Colours fade inward revealing the true defiance
An opaque sense of reality is misleading and gravely dim
The applause dies quickly then the echoing silence

RanDoM

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Brushes of thoughts
Tones of nostalgia
Shades of doubt
Covers of unease
Escape my simple mindedness  

The higher I’ve been
The lower I sin
The faster I think
The slower I sink
Will never get me over this

The blacker my reasons
The bloodier the season
The bolder the actions
The more timid reactions
Can’t flash to something more definite

Contrasts of illusions
Likeliness of confusion
Drums of contempt
Whistles of mere delude
And yet the answer is…..

Commenced it has

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Bold drapes; enclosing curtains

Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls

The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…

Vis-à-vis

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Shall we?

We shall.

Will I?
I will.

An epidemic
Waltz of words
Slightly rhetoric
Duly rehearsed

Sidestep into the rat-race
Empty carcasses to fill
Drown in the tidal-waves of faces
And the grass is falling greener, still

Ready, set, pause—
Intrinsic moments
Gutless shallow clauses
Lay absent opponents

Ripple, crackle, shot
Slow motion inept
Lights out; veiled dot
Shadow’s shadow put to the test

Did he?
He did

Can I?
I…

Psuedo-memoirs

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​I would count cars from the balcony

With my stubby index finger; tap, tap

Childish notions on God and earth

“The suns following us mom”, I say

Only thing that mattered, really

Were the inner workings of imigination 

Before the proverbial “boy meets girl”

And the truth was purely innocent

Wonder and adventure hidden in all

Had us fanning our delight; childs play

Why grow up? Why stay young?

It takes courage to admit 

We want both

With reality’s intercession