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Monday work rant

racing to get nowhere
faster and faster we go
looking everywhere
except where we should focus
over analyzing
but forgetting the simple things

frustration mounting
building
festering
until there’s a pop
an explosion
and we lash out
like wild animals
caged too long
in traps of our own making

self serving in a twisted way
subsisting on gluttony
needing more, more!
but what happens
when we run out of room
in our homes
in our heads
in our hearts
what will we become
will anyone even notice
in a world full of hungry animals

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hurt

ugh
that hurt
right in the gut
trying to silence me
any way you can
you tried the face
but I don’t hold truck with looks
you tried withholding food
but I have other things to feed me
you tried screwing with my head
but I have other reserves
you don’t even know about
untying my robe
that I kept on for comfort
trying to bate me
baring me
to your gaze
but something you can’t understand
is that I’m not afraid
of pain of flesh
when it’s so fleeting
it’s the soul searing pain
of the loss of your touch
and the emptiness
I face without your words
I fear
so hurt me
and I’ll know you’re still there

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Will the Magic be Gone?

They moved together restlessly
She with hesitation
He with impatience
She knew things he did not
He understood things she never would
Exploring, guiding, testing, discovering, tensing, releasing, breathing
He reached, touched
Her body smiled
He understood the where and when, cause and effect
Like a scientist mixing vital chemicals creating a reaction
She was carried on a wave
Despite herself
Despite what she knew, how it would end
He moved in ferocious tempo
Moved to unveil secrets
She stopped with
“Will the magic be gone?”
Hesitation, empty platitudes.
“When you see me, the magic will go “
He created a new wave
She let herself be distracted
Closed her eyes.
Let go.
As he looked, she dissolved into warm light.
She was gone.
He was grasping at shadows and light
She could see, not feel
He could touch but not see
Too far apart
Dimensions to cross
She knew this world of illusion
He understood transience of flesh
They moved slowly
To find a way either back or somewhere else
She with patience
He with disbelief
Exploring, reaching, holding, tasting, hoping, being.

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eyes meeting

the knots inside her started unfurling
his name rolled off her tongue
echoes dissipating into the twilight
he held her face close
eyes meeting, speaking silently
she fit against him snugly
like a puzzle piece
even if they didn’t know
what the picture was supposed to be

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Needing an eclipse

I don’t trust sunny days or blue skies
I much prefer the gloomy greys
Most of my heartache has happened
on the most beautiful days.
Always seemed incongruous.

Finding my child was gone before I even felt him
then having to walk down the grassy slope
filled with wildflowers
sweetly scenting the air
when all I could taste was salty tears.

Losing my father hours after sharing a celebratory meal
on the bluest summer day
then having to greet his cold countenance
in an air conditioned hospital hallway
parts of him still warm from his run on the lane.

Feeling my young heart break
from a boy who didn’t even know he had held it
just as loosely as his jangling set of keys
even though I tried fervently
to wrap around him.

Fearing my soul was irreparably torn by a man
who took me on journeys
and shared so much wisdom
but could only see as far as that night
when I needed to look beyond.

But grey skies have always comforted
tea and blankets and old movies cocooning me
a gentleman’s hands taking mine gently in the cold
storms bringing clarity
grey days feeling like home.

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