Birch Bones

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Birch Bones

Scattered birch bones about the way…

Classics bellow below.

Sometimes I talk to the angels.

They appear as dust on the rays of the sun.

‘No, no, sweetheart your pilgrimage has just begun.’

And, though, my footing grabs at my destiny…

Strangely, strange, it is the wilderness that sets my spirit free.

A dare, one would say.

As the winged mystique call those that wander to the way…

And, though the hike runs on empty.

The serenity symphony tempts and provokes me.

The eyes of forest know…

I do not see all there is…

to see…

all there is to know.

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Existing Between the Tones

Tonal and blatant, a victim to the blind.

Where is the color…so wise, so deep?

Where is the color…so kind?

I search for vibrant signs.

Bland and distant,

a pillaged village is what I find.

A river will rise and bergs of ice will sink.

Leaving in it’s wake…visions less distinct.

A sky so blue discolored by sight.

Just a Word

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A sincere, well toned bicep.

The letters jumping out like a scare tactic.

‘Just a word…’

A visual of sensual static.

How diverse my thoughts can be…

When awakened from my migrant sleep.

Words…Have created an obsession ever since,

I believed they were items…

Never truly conceived.

Akin to a pig in a blanket of her own mess.

I would wrap myself up in pictures to relieve a writer’s stress.

Soon enough, my ego led to slaughter.

It is not the language that betrays me.

But the pleasing taste of indifference to conformity.

Birch Bones

birch bones 2 birch bones 3

Birch Bones

Scattered birch bones about the way…

Classics bellow below.

Sometimes I talk to the angels.

They appear as dust on the rays of the sun.

‘No, no, sweetheart your pilgrimage has just begun.’

And, though, my footing grabs at my destiny…

Strangely, strange, it is the wilderness that sets my spirit free.

A dare, one would say.

As the winged mystique call those that wander to the way…

And, though the hike runs on empty.

The serenity symphony tempts and provokes me.

The eyes of forest know…

I do not see all there is…

to see…

all there is to know.

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A Blind Eye

I met a mad man who showed me I could be as angry as he!  I met my reflection who showed me that only

I can let that anger Be!

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe...but not for us.
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe…but not for us.

America?  Just how much abuse are you willing to take

be for you know it’s all

wrong!