Fantasia

Excitement ended,
the children are content
to play with their prizes,
and leave their parents in peace.

The glitz and glamour
will soon be set aside
as the rigors of the real world
demand due attention.

So savor the memories –
these times between times,
this stillness between breaths –
as long as you are able.

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The sanguine song 2

My blood is boiling –
a sanguine song inside me
sits hungry on the horizon,
ready for the moment of release.

The pressure rises to a painful peak,
and the emotions erupt
as the storm screams in
to break upon my bed.

Oh, what rough radiance,
what fulfilling famine…
Oh sweet, merciful darkness –
where have you been my whole life?

Eventually exhausted,
we collapse in sweet surrender
to the mood, the moment, and the magic
of another’s eager arms.

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Trine

My light will never fade away –
it will stand for centuries:
strong, secure, and sentinel.

My heart will never burn out –
the fire in that furnace is fierce
in the face of confrontation.

My body will never remain broken –
for all the knaves that knocked me down,
who thought they knew me on my knees,
could not see the knight in me
who will never give up.

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The gift of a new day

I do not know what tomorrow will bring –
every day is a gift to be unwrapped,
every morning another Christmas,
every night another opportunity
to fantasize of gifts to come.

And some mornings when we awaken,
we are greeted by storms,
drama, and misunderstandings.
Other days we rise to see a clear blue sky
extending for miles past the horizon.

Do not fear the coming storms,
the heated emotions, or twisted words.
Do not let the fear of what may be
poison the joy of what could be
waiting on the far side of the horizon.

Tomorrow may be a blessing,
or it could be a curse,
and whether we laugh in the rain,
or weep in the midday sun
is our most important choice –
and the true present of the coming day.

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Prism

Red like a rose,
like blush,
sweeping across a face,
lighting the night on fire
with the heat of a memory.

Blue like the sky,
like a song,
played to a melancholy memory
of someone who took flight
beyond the horizon.

Yellow like fear,
like the sun,
shining down on the day
when you leave your anxiety behind,
and step out into the light.

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The dawn procession

It starts with a wish
that leads to a kiss
which lights a fire
whose name is desire.

And they start to explore,
hungry to see more,
letting their hands wander,
letting their heart wonder.

Until finally they can take no more,
and throw each other to the floor,
as they let nature take the lead,
and sate each other’s lusty needs.

And long through the night
to first morning’s light,
their passions boil, burst, and burn,
as they satisfy each other in turn.

And when others rise to start their day,
these two remain tucked away,
finally getting a few moment’s rest,
snuggled up to one another’s breast.

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Up the Mountain

Please Sir,
will you take my hand?
Please walk with me;
please walk with me
on this journey.

Please Sir,
will you fill my cup?
Another drop;
another drop,
and it will be enough.

Please Sir,
will you carry me?
A little further;
a little further –
I’m sure we’ll be there soon.

Oh Sir,
are you leaving me?
I’ll do better;
I’ll be better –
please don’t abandon me.

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The Traveler

You come like the wind,
and go like the wind.
But I cannot love the wind,
and I cannot let myself love you.

I would hold you too close:
your smile, your laughter,
the velvet sound of your voice –
I could no more hold them
than I could a storm.

You are beautiful
because you race,
because you soar,
because you a free spirit
drunk on the world.

And in loving you,
I would try to cage you,
and you would wither
in a prison too small
to fit your heart.

So like the wind,
so like the storm,
I watch your work upon the world
from a prison I built
to save myself
from my own heart.

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Falling stars

Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

It is so hot – I cannot breathe.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

I fall to my knees;
It is so hot – I cannot breathe.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

God must be crying.
I fall to my knees;
It is so hot – I cannot breathe.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

Heaven is streaked with starlight tears –
I can hear God crying.
I fall to my knees;
It is so hot – I cannot breathe.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

I cannot hear God anymore.
I fall to my knees;
It is so hot.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

I fall to my knees;
I cannot breathe.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

I can’t feel anything anymore.
Summer is in the air,
and the sky is falling.

Here I lie:
broken, silenced,
breathless, faithless,
beneath the fallen sky.

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Public Servant announcement

You look down on us
as redeemers and saviors,
and people worship you
as prophets and messiahs.

But when was the last time
you dressed in worn-out clothes,
lived from paycheck-to-paycheck,
or worried about making a rent payment?

When was the last time
every step wasn’t choreographed,
every word wasn’t teleprompter-tested,
and every action wasn’t polished to a superhuman shine.

You spread sweetened words,
hoping that we’ll love you,
hoping that we’ll lift you up,
hoping that we’ll make your dreams come true.

You’re called public servants,
but you only serve your own ambitions,
and all your empty promises
won’t put the world to rights.

But maybe I’m just too jaded,
maybe I’m too judgmental,
or maybe I’m just too damn tired
of watching what all of you are doing to our country.

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