Guidance
Superior knowledge.
Secure in our plight,
Looking to him in
Irrational night
For god or a father,
For certainty, right,
Some for an angel,
Others for light.
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Sleep
Wake up crummy.
Don't feel safe.
And most horrific dreams.
No Keats embowered sweetness -
The reality of sleep.
Years ago when I was young
I lived for love and sleep.
I reminisce in poesy,
But I don't want it back.
My tendons ache and joints feel stiff.
The earth is my avenger.
Knowing all who injured me
Have gotten old as well.
Behind a veil it seems I dream,
Although I am awake.
In such a dream is madness
That confiscates my mind.
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Talking
I'd sink in a swamp and go
crazy
If I could visit with you,
Relaxed on an everyday
level.
But that's what I'm hoping
to do.
A couple degrees every
morning -
Perhaps in an eon or two -
I'll be a commonplace
person,
When loneliness, magic are
through.
Nietzsche kissed horses and
tippled
Companionship out of a mug.
When I'm a little less
clever,
Someone may give me a hug.
2-15-14
Them
They are the people you give to.
They lie in the sun and smoke.
They need, and they make it a vulgar
word.
They're needy and selfish and broke.
None of them made it through high
school -
The ones that got in it all.
Welfare, their only achievement,
Their talents are moxie and gall.
They live on their lies and your money,
Enjoying the blessings they bring.
None of them ever did ever
A kind or unselfish thing.
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Breaking Free
Long ago so clever
A Christian therapy,
Completely cold and loveless -
And promiscuity.
Promiscuity is fun
But there is something more
Not riddled with the cutest phrases -
Myths, the sea, a shore.
2-15-14
Saving Feelings
To put a thought in poetry -
A butterfly on cork -
Precious jewels in a safe
Where nobody can see them -
Stops the river where it is
And lets it go no farther -
Puts the fact in limbo,
Dobs it with a touch of paint -
And you proceed from there relieved
Of any further feeling -
Just a harmless memory,
Impotent and vague.
2-15-14
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