Nov 07 2008

Angel

I love her very deeply In each and every way A feeling that grows stronger With every passing day I remember clearly our first date On a lovely Christmas eve We joked, laughed and drank champagne My luck I couldn’t believe For she was beautiful, intelligent And everyone could see That angels really do exist As one was sitting with me Many years have passed now That angel [...]

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Oct 28 2008

GINGERBREAD MEN

GINGERBREAD MEN By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont Just southwest of Middletown resided Gingerbread Fred A plump and portly holiday treat who wore buttons of red Loved and et all his vanilla crème Causin’ screams from two m&m “Help me… help… oops…my buttons popped!” he said T’was a last Thursday before Christmas when Gingerbread Fred Did something that [...]

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Oct 26 2008

REMEMBRANCE…

Do you reminisce the day when we first met in our life? Do you remember who was the first one, who saw? Can you keep in mind the day, we spoke first, ever? And tell me who uttered the first word? Tell me my beloved, tell me.   Do you remember that day obviously, and Enjoy the ecstasy, that day gave you? And [...]

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Oct 08 2008

The Excavation of Trailer Trash

                -Withdrawn-   The voice that haunts me is… The voice that sounds as if… It has exhaled opium for 30 years, And has forgotten where to get out Living loosely?  No, just living on idle is… The OCD’d white car that just Won’t bust Waiting to break her in and make her up I write Longing for the [...]

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Sep 18 2008

Burned

Burned by the quantavolution of your soul, stronger than farther. Turning away from your intent, I am seared, overwhelmed with faded postcards and memories of things other people said. I, awe struck with urge, turn away still to find I orbit you in passing. I am as I always was; I stand beside infinity and weep. No wings where once was bone, memories [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Silver Horse the Ride of Love

    A- bomb absent to God present star’s floating light. Back-cross wears nothing naked to silence. Cemeteries count the dead. Ready for civilization. Clamshells for bullets. Masks made from cedar dome. Draft- horse mermaids polishing shoes, silver in their eyes. Velcro imagination. Exposed butterflies. Rainbows echo. Countless earth bares free life. Frantic life. Bloom referring to beauty. Judging colors. Reformation from birth. Recollect intermission. Follow inner dreams. Ravish shade. Straddle the night’s stone. Blind motionless sun. Glazier angels glued. Glossily disfigured shadows. Red-leaf [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Mother’s Words

I was driving down a short road I asked my mother where are you living, behind Dad’s doors? Do you wish for more? I see a hint of Mother’s smile as she hides behind her broken eyes. Above her pictures of angels and Jesus but still I wonder how and when Mother got so pure carrying me inside her womb. Was she locked [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Half Silver, Half Gold, Copper Sweater

Silver moons . Mirrors a flatware spoon for gravity. Handful of gold luster to the heart. Form occurs facilely to rich flavor. Time’s silvered hair photographed coins and empty pockets of stain. Behold the willow’s corrosion brightness to the heart crying leafless browns. Pertaining to gold, icons of rose floors amber light of stars. Pigment glass. Mind’s of sanity. Informal dress code of decay. Offensive verbal wing’s of [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Sister’s Needle

You wake yesterday. Will peace wear worry? The salt’s smile. Fire’s translucent self. Why? Steel hole rot. Less eternity. Sad sky present. The web soft to the night. Trust and think. Velvet voice star sail. Sex from porcelain. Embrace. Melt. Explore. Change. Linger to haunt times secret. Sacred with morning. Healing see through my window? The rain’s sister. Concrete bleeds. Needle surrounds, to the vein. Numb. Gray tear. Summer tan. Screaming hate. Her habit debates. Perhaps burned a body for disease. Hiding eyes pale white curtains for your thunder. Ash [...]

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Aug 10 2008

Where does it go?

Where does it go? When it grows old Somewhere over the rainbow it waits It flies with the sun Through the burgundy moments Of a day And into the night In the perils of silence Where does it go? When your soul changes Have you forgotten Can it fly like a flutterfly With the colors of life Swimming through its skin Where does it go? When its let [...]

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