I never left you
though I was gone.

Look long upon that dark and cloudless night,
and breathe deeply the many glinting jewels.
For their light is us.
Their light is me and you.

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Who,
with tepid stare
that lingers lost
in distant memory,
should not wonder how
or why
things came to be
as they are;
or as they appear.
When in reflection
what naked mirror
does reflect.

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I don't often seek
help from the divine;
But when I do,
it's just before
I flush the loo

#poetry #tmi

To the still brown bird
upon my green bin lid:
"Please forgive
the expediency of your burial."

RIP

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There are things
to do that must
be done.
But not yet.
At least
not right now.

#poetry #procrastination

When words are not words
what are they?
The crashing sound
of a falling tree
amid a forest of disinterest.
The dull thud
of head hitting wall.
A world-weary attempt
to bring reason
to your doorstep.
When words are not words
what are they?
Gases
signifying nothing.

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Still that glowing light.
Your pillow is cool,
soft, and inviting.
Let tired eyes see
only a swirling
velvet black cover.

Perhaps then
you will escape to dreamscapes
vivid yet bizarre.
Or maybe the vast emptiness
will bury your mind's eye
until the morning.
Good night.

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An insistent voice
of passionate wilfulness.
The breath that stirs the embers,
flickering weakly,
to burn brightly anew.
The flame now kindled and
time made young for a time.
Thank you for helping
me to find myself.

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