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The darkness has not lifted
But the voices are getting mean A subtle slippage in the light I’m going to need more caffeine
Perhaps some fresh air to heal
When the dreaming has soured I spy the image in a night shift The lone lady out at this hour
The gloom begins to recede
With this sweet widow on the block My heart in rhythm with her words As the gentle hands on the clock
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There are answers in the words
Take time to look between the manual scrawl Feel your body physically push ideas Deliberate reflection of perfection before the Fall
Hypnotized by the handwritten thought
The slow meditation; pen gripped without pain Effortless release of mental blocks To be proud of these scars, but they’re mere ink stains
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Waking early before the morning
Monitoring the world, as I sip my achromatic brew
The front window, my porthole to beyond
From this security, I decipher what is true
I try to formulate tangible creations
Converting inspiration into mere words
Observations from my suburban perch
Sharing stories with Poe’s bleak-hued bird
Writing down the secrets she might share
Enlivening my dreams on this quiet block
Churning thoughts into hopeful spools
In which might allow my mind to dynamically unlock Like this: Like Loading...
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Watching the paper soak up errant coffee
Spillage; correcting the bland, empty page Blocked before you wasted the elixir of life Words summoned now like a pensive sage
Freely letting loose a volley of images
We are released to our new mode of narration Blinded aesthetics on a crisp winter morning Forever allowed to remain alive in short bursts of inspiration Like this: Like Loading...
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& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books Borrowing from their bright words Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip Slicing my own path & charging off I sit by the fire, gathering my wits I block you out – you merely scoff I don’t care for your opinion You regurgitate falsehoods & lies I’m running through the wilderness & now I’m the Lord of the Flies Like this: Like Loading...
Green mermaid lady
I’m still in love with you Always been good to me My affections are overdue Dimly lit stages for hire Writing out these feelings Jittered & confused tonight Staggered & now kneeling Inspiration to keep on going Confidence in my finer words Blocked out memories past Forgetting what was heard Know where you want to be So I’ve come back to you Capitalism be damned! Pour me something new
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