Ohh, Sagacious Master Soul,
with dexterity and precision,
you fabricated me, from detritus,
in contemplation, I scrutinize
your prudent decision.
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My modis operandi,
a putrid pitch,
saturating my thread
of time.
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In perpetual,
decay, I manducate,
upon the carcass
of sorrow.
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Book being born,
time and work yield,
story in stone.
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In ten years, will I care?
I whisper my soft reply,
after the angry shouts,
pull away from my red ears,
like falling ocean tide,
after a storm.
In ten years, will I care?
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Writing on pause. For what?
Unloved tasks, given the affection,
of my bursting mind?
Writing on pause. For what?
Pending approval for one whimsical
sentence, scratched on an invisible wall?
Writing on pause. For what?
Kids and Family? Yes. That, is a welcomed pause.
Writing on pause. For what?
Painted pixels, dancing and dying,
within a pre-written tale?
Yet, in a precious moment,
I escape,
My mind, soon spills upon a
blank page!
I pick up, shallow and broken
characters,
my fingers dance life,
into their hungry tale!
I smile,
because the torment of stuggle,
now is upon them.
Writing, un-paused.
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Neglected yellow warmth,
light holds a silent whisper,
dying it turns to a blue cold,
howling bite.
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Wounded time, bleeds moments,
until opportunity dies.
Words scratched in dirt,
lost in a breeze.
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The same story, regurgitates,
upon life’s stage.
Black curtains fall, upon
all of living things.
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Stage lights spill colored light,
on blind performers,
the eternal audience,
waits to hand out flowers,
some are yellow
and some are blue.
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(Zach)
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Sharpened axe, flies,
swift and silent,
in the forest, then
in a quick moment,
“Zzz ahh kuh!”
echoes through living trees.
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“Zzz aah kuh”, sounds rattle out,
a blown hum in a buzz,
tongue behind slightly open teeth,
“Zzzz”, swirling noise, born
in darkness of the throat.
An axe raised.
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“Aah”, the sound of breathing out,
lungs deflate below an open mouth,
Not a sigh, but yet… a pinch
in the dry throat,
a dying breath,
without words.
The axe finds its,
speeding arc, head falling
fast toward its prey.
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“Kuh!” the back of the tongue,
opening of throat pressed,
a gust of breath pops
loose, a “Kuh!”
The full name said,
the wood now split,
falls over green moss
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The swung axe,
weeps tree sap,
a fresh gray gash,
sits silent, upon a yellowed
tree stump, spelling the name,
Zach.
…
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(Green)
Green pine needles,
Sway, under a mountain breeze,
clouds weep life.
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“Rape!” Earth cries.
Now naked, brown dirt
green clothes stolen.
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Passport required,
to move near to, Earth’s lost,
greener grass.
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Toxicity of evil, served in a rusted goblet,
a chalice decorated with bug carcasses,
that are called jewels.
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Sugars, coloring, and soothing words,
say, “Drink, drink, drink!”
Evil, though often denied, is never,
good.
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Behind the heavy velvet curtain,
evil minds marinate in a cauldron
of putrid rot.
A voice takes the stage that tells
tales of light, and banter,
yet the floorboards,
are bloated with black, mossy,
mold.
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Why not consider,
serving another human,
a glass of encouragement,
a clear clean glass,
filtered mountain water,
for pure unencumbered love,
is life’s only elixir.
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