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In memory...


Bleeding Arms

Trapped in a town that cut me down
My life was bland and fake.
Stuck in the perils of darkness
I needed to escape.

Then she appeared in front of my eyes
Sent as if by fate.
I slice my wrists and open up
My bleeding arms await.

Flutter like a butterfly
Sting me like a bee.
Cauterize my wounds for now
My bleeding arms can wait.

She took my hand,
She told me everything would be all right.
Gently licked my wounds again
My bleeding arms they fight.

My dripping knife lays on the bedpost
Still fresh within my veins.
She smears my blood across her soul,
My bleeding arms contained.

She made the ultimate sacrifice -
She saved my life - took hers.
I watch my own weapon kill the only thing I ever loved…
My bleeding arms are dead…

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Take My Hand

Take my hand
To the stars.
Erase your scars.
The world is ours.

Take my hand
Through the fields.
With trust our shield,
Our love shall yield.

Take my hand
Across the seas.
A gentle breeze
On bended knees.

Take my hand and
Float with me.
From pain we'll flee
Forever free.

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T I G E R

I was never the man- eating
tiger.
You almost convinced me
I was.

You mistook my snarl...
It was just laughter.
You misunderstood my
claws...
I needed attention.

The tiger-gold in my
eyes was the sun
around in sky of
stormy clouds.

I would gladly have given
my skin
for yours
trophy room.

But you were never,-- my
mystical girl.
I almost convinced you,
You were.

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Mystery Moon

Like the moon tonight as clouds pass.
And I think “ Now, now I’ll
See it full”, yet find it
Showing only half a face,
So you show yourself to me.

You are a moon never coming
Into full-phase,
A mystery moon always tilting
At some angle away
From the revealing sun.

Why not show your full face?
Even so, your mystery
Would still be intact,
For even a full moon has
A side we do not see.

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Reflections

Strange is the path of life.
Crooked and jagged are the roads.
Smooth and silvery are the clouds above —
Unreachable.

Only to some.
But to those who find a way
To clear the path and build a
Runway to the stars, —
Ecstasy.

Yet only if they used right tools
And peppered their hard work with
A light spirit.
All that life can offer,
All building materials are within reach.
Some learn to use them quickly and
The first time and others never do.
Success and happiness belong to
Some at birth and others as late
As death —
The New Beginning.

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How hard it is to appreciate things which
We have and don’t recognize.
How easy it is to recognize what we have.
How hard to identify what we really need.
How easy to recognize what we want.

How easy to advise when others are down.
How hard to see the facts in an intimate situation.
How easy to tell someone the situation they
Been.

How hard to see an end when we are at
The beginning.
How hard to begin when you feel you’re
Just ended.
How easy to complete this list of what is so
Hard to do.

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Two thoughts

Leave me alone, I beg you,
I got tired from the roads and noises,
And I’ll spread out by the grass a shawl,—
My cherished dream and thought...

O people! Come, please, come to me,
Take me with you,— I never, never thought,
That it’s going to be so terrible in private
With my thought, with my cherished dream.

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All around again

Like the light that gives us everything,
I love you.
And I want so bad to let you know, --
I see you
Down there and up here,
All around,
Everywhere.

I may be a fool, but count that again
Will you?
I may have been lying,
But I’m to blame,
Cause I’m a fool
Just like all of us.
Darling.

When the end becomes the beginning
It’s time to pack it up
To some rented van and drive
Away. Alone.
Afraid?
Don’t be! Come with me to Seattle.

It’s Autumn in June, you know?
The winds have grown.
The skies are dark.
My thoughts are gray.
It’s time to count
It all again.
Over.

We wind around the masts
And further we go.
Upward.
Into.
Whatever we find…
…Ourselves.

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Inside outside

Its days like this one,
That I abhor watching myself,
Sitting alone empty inside,
Thinking the absolute worst of everything,
Going on outside.

Outside the rain threatens but,
Never quite comes always there,
Outside the drawn curtains,
Of my room,
Always it seems.

If perchance a moments daylight,
Or suns ray should pierce this gloom,
Descending upon everything I touch,
And feel,
I will smile,
Alone.

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Reflections of a Sickened Man

I’m sick of all the things I hear,
From men with bellies full of beer,
Their fortunes made; their lovers lost,
Their shallow hopes and rivers crossed.

I’m sick of seeing me in them,
A monologue without an end,
The search for peace when none is there,
The emptiness like stale air.

I’m sick of old folks dying poor,
And thieving scoundrels making sure,
That all their money’s safe and sound,
In vaults of steel underground.

I’m sick of hearing hunters say,
Just how they kill a deer today,
An easy target for their game,
A pastime of eternal shame.

I’m sick of politicians’ lies,
Their sordid swill and alibis,
I’m sick of ch arlatans and fakes,
Who fill their pockets for our sakes.

I’m sick of all the hate that’s here,
That hands around from year to year,
I’d give a fortune just to see,
The world at peace; the people free.

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Nostalgia

Have you heard the old folks say,
How things were better in their day?
And how the morning sun would shine,
On windows in their room so fine.
And laughter echoed through their halls,
Across the floor and off the walls,
When men were men and drank all night,
And women waited till the light,
Unsure of purpose in their lives,
But eager yet to compromise.
Children were but seen, not heard,
And parents had the final word,
On daughters’ dates and sons’ bad ways,
And relatives who planned to stay.
I’m sure you’ve heard them talk this way,
When they’re alone on sunny days,
You ought to see them sit and grin;
An ancient world they’re living in.

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Caricatures

We’d like to be the people
we see up on the screen,
We’d like to live a life of fame
in cottages of green,
We’d like to have the mountains,
bow down at our feet,
We’d like to hear the tumult,
of cheering in the street.

But surely we’ll be never that,
and so must find a way,
To live a life as best we can,
and go from day to day.
For certainly the sun must shine,
on those it passes by,
Illuminating simple life beyond,
the stars and sky.

If ever one must be alone
and feel that all lost,
I’m sure the earth around us,
will melt the ice and frost.
And all men will encounter,
the life that is their own,
And sweep away the pangs of doubt,
that evil ways have shown.

If ever I am old and wise,
and know that I am right,
Then I will be most happy then,
and safe from hate and fright.
For caricatures never live,
and only fade away,
For real people see the light,
living life their way.

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Where were you?

Where were you sweet old man,
when I was young?
Where are you now,
that I’m older?

You left me in a world of fools,
With vicious faces preaching rules,
Philosophers on barroom stools,
Insane with thoughts on barroom boozes.

The world has changed from good to bad,
Or bad to good; its still so sad,
That so few men are feeling glad,
And many more are raving mad.

Where were you sweet old man,
when I was alive?
Where are you now,
that I’m dead?

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Two Minds

I’m different from all people,
I’m my own teacher.
I’m in my mind crippled,
And I’m my own preacher.

You’re different from all humans.
I’m in your mind genius,
But I’m your student,
And you’re in my mind Jesus.

I’m for you the strongest.
You’re for me the purest.
I’m in your mind Adonis.
You’re in my mind Vinous.

I’m in your mind Buddha.
You’re in my mind Allah.
I’m in your mind Moses.
And you’re in my mind Christ.

We’re in my mind children,
But we’re in your mind grownups.
You’re in my mind the future,
But I’m in your mind the past.

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No one can gain knowledge.
It’s impossible. No way.
The only thing that can happen,
Knowledge will gain you…
But there will be no you
Anymore…

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My Pearl

The most precious pearl in the sea,
She locks her gaze into me.
Her long flowing hair so fair,
A genuine smile so rare.
I can't take my eyes off of you,
If only you cared or you knew...
Locked in your heavenly ball,
Hidden behind God's wall.
An ugly creature I am,
No chance to acquire this gem,
But I'm so struck by your natural ch arm,
By my grotesque looks I mean you no harm!
Alas, you remain a mere admiration.
You surpass all and more of my expectations.
Her perfection on which I thrive,
Yet she doesn't even know I'm alive...
The very place in which we kissed,
Her world in which I don't exist...

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Hauntingly Sweet

The pain and agony of a long lonely night
Can't sleep, Can't think
Pulsating throbs chill my insides
No thoughts in my brain but on those of my pain

All my treasured dreams thrust aside for a momentary millennia
5am with eyes wide shut
Time for my nightly dance with the devil
A subconscious breakthrough that's been long overdue

Illusion, disarray...
Flashes, faces...
Beautiful faces...
Familiar faces...

A long forgotten angelic sweetness makes its presence known
Subdues the pain for an endless instant
Thoughts run deep of memories past
Shakespearian feeling...miraculous healing

How did you know that I was ailing tonight?
How did you feel all my terror and fright?
How did you pass without an invite?
Transforming my pain into angelic delight...?

As you hold me so tight with your skin milky white
I'm blinded by light beams so heavenly bright
I haven't achieved your heights of perfection
To join you in heaven for eternal affection

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Облака на тёмном небе—
Как растрёпанные крылья.
Ветер будит перезвоны
В телефонных проводах,
Шевелятся с влажным шумом
Волн тяжёлые попоны,
Чутко кутаются люди,
И мигают фонари…

С Шипсхедбейского залива,
Ветер бури и тревоги…
Высоко ль уходят шпили?..
Крепко ль выкован гранит?..
А луна плывёт по небу
В бледном всполохе воскрылий,
…У неё одной на свете
Неподвижное лицо…

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Кольцо разлук

А чёрный грозный город весь – вниманье,
Весь – слух:
Нью-Йоркского мороза полыханье
На пальцах рук,
Бессонница, мечты, воспоминанья,
Туман разлук,
Моих путеводителей желанье –
И снова – круг…
И веры, веры страстное пыланье
В кольце разлук.
Одно из двух: бессмертье иль закланье,
Одно из двух…

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Рассвет

И вот рассвет – уже за горизонтом,
Ещё за горизонтом… Он не виден,
Но он идёт торжественно постыден
Всем Бруклинам, Манхетанам и Бронксам,
Он брезжит за далёким океаном,
Расправив крылья чёрные Обиде,
И облака встают прощальным станом
В многомиллионной братской понихиде…

Старуха бьёт у Богоматери поклоны,
Обида стонет у колен Илоны,
Взывая об удаче и отмщенье…
И серафимы в странном оперенье
Читают Бога вещие творенья
О светлом Небе и земном сраженье…

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