
Micropoetry
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We have little time
To impress upon the earth
That which fills our souls
And as we age
We gather within
Instead of reaching out
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You breathe darkness
As if it were cigarettes
Ample enough to flood your veins
And shock your synapse
Into the illusion
Of belonging
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They fire through the mist
And into the forest trees
They know not what lives there
But they fear the dark between the branches
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Under her icy skin
Lay the frozen bones
Isolated like clay pipes in the ground
A separate universe
Beating and pulsing
Underground
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We are hidden leaves
Pure but forgotten
To the waters that carry like rain
The sediment of a life once lived
In higher climes
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We are sedate
Quiet and humble twigs
Snapped from adult trees
Waiting for the storm
To tell us of the breeze
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The wonder
Of all things
Darkened whispers
From bodiless souls
Wishers of all things
In physical prose
24
That jungle
Where trees stand like people
There is a sign
That hangs on branches
Of the decline of nature
And the shortages of sticks
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Summers' dust to winters' rain
A winters' pear to summers' grape
Summers' burn to winters' pain
A winters' day of no escape
22
I like strange things
Normality displaced
Roses with buds closed
Inverted rainbows underground
Strange objects falling from the sky
21
The night stirs its army
Beneath the velvety sky
But daylight will come soon
Above the sallow moon
20
Hunger beats like a drum
In those autumn beasts
And loss pervades sin
In the autumnal feasts
19
A soul can rest easy
Listening to
Music from midnight pianos
In the dark
While the waking spirit
Can think of life's design
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You echo into darkness
Feeding upon spirits
Roaming with wolves
Hiding from ghosts
Feeling through life
With broken bones
17
His arms are concrete
Scratching the world's surface
Shedding the darkness
Revealing light behind walls
From this high-rise dream
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let me shine brightly
like a naked diamond
until I am obscene
let me lose gold teeth
and spit silver
may my hair be braid in gold
15
Human thought is unkind
The high wind that shapes mountains
The water that cuts paths
The greed that burrows the land
Yet angels are born
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Hollow trees undone
To the lace of branches tied
Shallow curves unsung
To the dancing of the tide
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Through the darkest of nights
I see birds find their way
Through tunnels and coils
Woven into the fabric of dreams
12
In a myriad of ways
We steer from the ash
As our boulder dreams fall
And the star fires burn
11
Let the ghosts of the past
Rewrite the present
Let all things be Kind in their way
Simple and pure
Let us find ourselves
In the wind
10
Greatness is a feeling
Of knowingly witnessed
Notes from the norm
Mere fragments extended
Beyond human reach
Within human sight
9
The literary
Not bowing to the populous
Ideas sprung from spaces
Not filled by baron wolves
Not marred by acid tongues
8
May all your thoughts
Be collected in my heart
May all your words
Rest upon my soul
And may all your days
Be spent here with me
7
In my dreams Shredded paperbacks
Fall from the sky like snow
Each flake a word
Settling upon meaning
Covering the grey
Until I wake
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Candles burning bright
Before the hour of midnight
A time when creatures lurk
Behind moonlight spheres
And yesterdays unwinding
5
From this window look
Upon the moving world go by
While stillness resides
Within me
4
Such tragedy falls
Upon innocent souls
Darkness unimagined Light unfathomed
Time deepens the well
Of both pain and fear
3
That wilt inside of this mind
Will grow towers of thought
And drown in shallow puddles
Until the truth has won out
2
Miles of golden sand
What world can afford all this?
Beauty frayed but pure
Waters framed by the high land
A plughole waiting to be pulled
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Unending steps
Unyielding mountains
The undulating corridors
Of my mind