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Escaping Silver You hold me, for I have lost much- these things are too difficult for one. The bitter truths are brutal and my world is tarnished as old silver, brown and dirty and she'll wear it no more, it's tossed aside for something new (if it is cheap) or perhaps cleaned up, so that the stain can fade and there again we see shiny sterling, pure as it once was, without a mark. I cannot fix this alone, I can not I grasp fleeting lives in my hands, trying, if I may to keep them from vanishing, evanescent, ephemeral, like smoke out a window, (like when the smoke alarm used to go off, and we'd all laugh and joke, dinner w

 Eden (short story)    They were cutting down the trees. They were cutting down the trees, standing tall and thick, proud and ancient as great-grandparents, their branches spread over the clustered ferns that huddled on the ground.       It was like some kind of violation.       I was driving down the short, paved road of my neighborhood, in a rush to get home and get changed for work. My mind was tired and grasping at a dozen worries at once. School, grades, that paper due tomorrow- how would I do all of this? I stressed more than necessary; I was aware of this, but I stressed all the same.             My sister, in the passenger sea

Midnight (You Are My Sunshine II) you were my sunshine, my only sunshine, you took all my pain and worries away you couldnt see dear what was between us and then again you threw it away the dusk it comes dear dotted with starlight a simple reminder of nights gone by sadness, it reminds me of the nights we held each other tight you were my sunshine, my only sunshine you took all my pain and worries away you couldnt see dear what was between us and then again you threw it away i fall into the slipping darkness, i discover i cant find the trail you were the light once that led me through it and now i only fail be my sunshine,

two old poems. dusk (you are my sunshine) you are my sunshine, my only sunshine (when all my world has come undone ill look into the face of the sun and ill say) you make me happy when skies are gray (when the clouds rain lies and we've broken our ties i was always true) you'll never know dear how much i love you (my tears are that rain my sky and eyes are one and the same ill dry them on illusion if i may) please dont take my sunshine away (gone and gone and forever fled echoing echoing all this unsaid i know my face my soul betrays) ...why'd you take my sunshine away?

Wednesday, May 17, 2006 The pressure is lowest before the storm (watering the roses) My heart does not ring true. I struggle against freedom lost. Ripped open my intentions Love comes at such a cost. Battling what binds me, Yet succumbing to your will; Magnetism or hypnotism, What is it all but thrill? Your eyes, they hold me, What light there I behold today! They lock me into silence, Like a predator and prey. Its a fight of love, And a fight of hate- Its not a fight, its just a path Just another step in fate. The only thing that matters, The only thing thats true; Let it happen and let it be, You with me, me with you.

Saturday, August 26, 2006 prima..ero poeta. narrant omnia vincit amor./they tell that love conquers all. dico, amor me vicerat./i say love has conquered me. vere, amor me vicerat. Stars succumb to the sun, another night has come undone, the darkness has hit its end- like we end, to begin again. This scream is a storm that is never heard, the roots have been torn up from this tree- it falls to earth and kills the birds, that we once thought were. I'm slipping into the smile in your eyes. A destiny is falling apart. The tears on my cheeks are caring lies, lies that come straight from the heart. If tears are lies, ill make the t

Circa Friday, October 06, 2006 Prima.. Ero poeta. meum flagitium/my disgraceful deed ego me infamo/i defame myself angelus casus/fallen angel Meum Flagitium Blinded by my binding, yet bound by my own will; I tremble dear, so please come near, my mind consumes me still. See now my fall from grace, guilt wafts from smoldering lies; the wind it screams against moonbeams, like angels from the sky. Facade, facade, I play it well, condemned by just a look; hung my soul by their aureoles, for all I have forsook. Waters beating against a rock, are much like my heart; beating, beating, never defeating, and inevitably torn apart.