particle flight within sight
movement in motion delight
the faster you go the greater the traction
the broader the front
instant reaction.
      
no world is safe in heavens gate
nothing is conquered so late
try as you might  its always alright
pace out a lifetime-take flight

where are we now in the rush hour of life
what did we gain, in the struggle and strife
why not accept the fate that is ours
settle in grandly, ignore the powers

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The setting sun has a way
of creeping up on you
with cherry red coloured dreams
nights as naughty as little gnomes
flitting about in escapades
of soft silk lusts.

Once the night embraces you
with its cloak of stars
velvet summer laziness
and tomorrows never there

its time to take the fullness of today
into the emptiness of tomorrow
and slip into that twilight zone
where all the magic materializes
on why we love these special spring days.

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splendid voices
choices
what we do delves deep
into our mystical selves
regurgitate
hope

whats in a poem
if not experience
fragments of a poets mind
in some structure.

we write because the barrage
of words embracing visuals
is ceaseless.

experiment
with power.
posture in metaphors
and allsorts
of devices
until satiated.

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is that hemlock with your words
numb and nice wisdom demolished
one sip
gone into Hades
where flatlines collect
irrespective of  consequence.

is that your tail
behind my back
checking out my misdemeanors
collecting the wild oats
that I sowed
in silicon valleys?

don't mistrust me
i paid the price of hell
to be here in this paradise
fishing for jonah
and
the great whale.

come let us lay together
in this poetic swamp
encapsulate
our doubts in tupperware
tightness, move on into
no explanations required.

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Dust gathers
insipid dreams
we return to atoms
what is in it after all
death or life
wounded memories
splayed broken

we write because
unburdening happens
wonder what social media
does to the facade we build
cosmetic bridges
imaginary castles
impregnable fortresses

capillaries to the heart
blocked channels
voices of velvet sounds
cascading in the night
of doubt.The dust settles
after the storm

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All it takes is two words spoken with eyes of wonder
finding its way to the sublime.
How only some could understand the vastness
of its poetic meanings -is amazing

Yet it spins whirlpools of countless words
that silk and sing in wondrous unison
making sense of itself all the time.

Such is love, the look askance,
the touch felt through great distance
understood clearly
as if skin melted against skin
in some ethereal furnace
moulding beings who
'are on the same page'
every single time.

There must be the four seasons
written into their genetic make-up,
as if,
they were moulded in the same crucible.
Permanently.

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just as delicate as piano keys making music
the black plastic tickles
the whites embossed
something lit up like Christmas trees
joyous in their duties

the keyboard strokes dictate
what our fingers cannot do
we are trapped in this entourage
sending, receiving, erasing data
flows like -like little lava streams
racing faster with two fingered urgency

such novel
ideas written in word-processed perfection
poems of technological wonders
endless streams
collecting into rivers of words
until at least the verbal sea
explodes  reason to this keyboard
of  entries alpha-numeric
patient progress.
Who is watching us as we work?

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simple object-technological gateway.
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