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untitled. November 24th, 1992. Midnight.
To discover myself
Begins with facing the truths,
My truths...and mine alone-
To recognize myself,
I am honest...
To communicate myself,
I am brave...
But if I Could Trust. April 20th, 2008.
The stars hide
Behind the banks
of clouds-
Not knowing their
brilliance...
Not trusting
Their timeless light,
They still shine...
Dragonfly. June 31, 1983.
Who loves the
dragonfly...
Who listens to the tails
Of fancy, and daring
adventure
the tiny beast has
to tell...
Who loves the
dragonfly...
Those who walk in
the forest’s of Salem,
On a moonlit midnight
and have tea with a white witch-
And venture into the old
Hatch House- *
And question the walls
Of the history they
have held...
Or perhaps, someone who will
love an animal-
And repect the feelings
That animal must pale in
Forever-
Someone who loves the
dragonfly
Looks between the pages
Of fairy tails-
Someone who doesn’t wonder
How the China Doll moved
from the toy box,
To the window seal-
Someone who doesn’t
Fear...
* Hatch House: An octagon shaped house believed to be haunted. Belonged to General Hatch during the Civil War and is located in Hannibal, MO.
Angels and Serpents. November 10, 2007.
The blue of the sky
Has bled into haze
and it’s all about to change.
The black of my eyes
is fixed in a daze,
Both beautiful and
vaguely strange...
I speak in lost talk
My tongue is unknown-
These words may never interpret-
this uncharted walk...
This yellow brick road
Leads to angels,
leads to serpents...
The grapevines decay
On the unpainted fence
that encircles my own backyard-
The shortness of day
And misuse of past tense...
A match for my own
vintage scar...
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