Can you taste the the dew of the day?
If you can, I bet you could taste your soul.
That dark black hole, or, is there a light shinning in there?
That moment when you feel like your body is betraying your soul.
What a sacred precious stone
So fragile, so lost
Yet so bitter
I know you are fighting; I can feel it
Those late hours, the scratching of your head,
Bitting of nails, wild thoughts
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While the world
goes about their day
talking about trival things, 
laughing their troubles away,
I am struck with 
paralyzing pain
that I try to contain. 

Everyone close to me 
is oblivious 
to my suffering.

Why should they care?
They have their own 
drama to deal with.
There is nothing 
anyone can do anyway. 

Meanwhile, my body
betrays me more 
each passing day.

I want t...

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The platinum fog surrounds reality’s vision
From life going about its simple disposition.
The echo of death-screams
Can only be heard
While awaiting for light to give back day in reverse.

Death likes to work in the shadows
Using the shrowd
While firing lustrous tipped arrows.

The lost souls have nowhere to hide
As life can’t see the dark between the living-disguise.
A night filled wi...

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If you become 
what you think about 
most of the time... 

I am becoming 
poetry, a lyrical 
fantasy floating 
in rhyme. 

I am becoming 
love and light,

Doing my best
to do what's right.

I am becoming 
forgiveness 
and peace. 

Healing souls
like Wayne 
and Louise.  

I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.

Leaving a loving
legacy. 

I am becoming 
free.

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Salt and Light

Lofty and proud, the mighty cathedral stands,

grandly waits for its faithful servants

(more on fine days - they're not exactly fervent).

Tourists chatter in, grow quiet in its shadowed womb,

some trace vanishing points among the tombs.

A child holds his mother by the hand.

Distant echoes rebound through quire and transept

as the stained glass kaleid...

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ANGELICA AWAITS

Dante’s angels have come for their souls,

they pounce on the unwary and the vulnerable.

No one is safe, for when you close your eyes

they will strike.

They show no mercy in their search for eternal youth,

it could be your soul or mine spirited away in

the night.

Angelica smiles from the moon,

she is all white and sensual but in a s...

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