Sometimes I can feel the moon
shining on me with its bright eye
and pulling my thoughts tide-like towards it

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What is innocence?
An able vicissitude
Thrown and tossed about

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Will (poem)

Somehow, in all of the great vastness of the world, of space, of the universe: the millions of stars and galaxies, and time that stretches onward

I am more immense.

With my mind, the darkness and light are mine to embrace, reject or amplify.
I am not a small part, one small sentence in Life's book.
I hold the pen in my hand.
I can write hundreds of books, fashioning each page with my own desires and feelings that shoot from my mind like comets and fashion the very fabric of what the universe is formed out of.

Thoughts. Will.

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poem

Time is singing in my bones

And turning them to dust 

footprints (poem)

I've had footprints in my dreams

and on my mind. 

Phantom trails that slowly move from the top of my head 

down my jawline and down my chest and to my fingers. 

I can feel them. The marks of those who walk in and out of my head

leaving trace like silent snow in a frozen world. 

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Poem

There are gold flecks in the pavement

and spray paint on my brain
and all of it runs through my eyes like water through a drain.

Green leaves on trees and owl calls

backyards and cars and loud footfalls

the sounds of fate 

a rusty gate

the train tracks to my left in wait

the echoes of the past 

fly through the air like birds on wing
and ghosts of those who wandered here
are there in everything.
the air is warm
the nights are long
but youth, it fades, and soon is gone.


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Weep No More (poem)

As the droplets trickle down in paths like human veins, and rain falls, a gentle cacophony against the glass

The flowers have all closed their petals

And the sky has gone quiet.

I cannot hear the songs anymore

They used to reach out to me like branches of trees

But now silence has deadened their limbs and wilted their leaves.

It is the sound of faded colors

The earth slowly weeping.

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