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Andromeda May 7, 2016

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My gilded warrior.
Your armor was forged
By starlight
Your aura undefinable
By mortal eyes.
There were no others like you
And there never will be again.

You took an oath.
You pledged your heart
And body to my cause
I trusted and loved you
More than I can describe

In an otherwise ordinary moment
You had an opportunity to
Prove your loyalty
And you did
Swiftly
And without hesitation

I can still hear the ringing dissonance of battle
And the awful, heart stopping
Crunch
Of your shield taking its final blow,
Your starlight scattering, falling
To the ground to be snuffed out.
Your armor stood between me
And what could have been my end

We both knew that someday it
Might come to this
But we pushed those thoughts away.
Optimistic fools.

When the stardust settled,
And I picked myself up,
Your broken body remained still.
Silent.
I curse myself for ever accepting your oath
And putting you in harm’s way
But I know in my heart
This is what you would have wanted.

A warrior’s death.

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Tight-rope March 13, 2014

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Tight-rope walking with a
rope around my waist
hanging onto memories
of times I cannot place
the words are formed upon
the lips my
fingers used to trace
and I know that I will fall
if I keep
moving at this
pace
but if I stop to face the ground
my work will be a waste

Seeing Red April 8, 2011

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An absence of red
has left me feeling
blue

plastic paradise
or soon to be
high glass walls
your world,
your aquatic cathedral
rocks and a
solitary,
green tree in which
to sit.
I imagine those were
the times you
did the most thinking
whatever it was you
thought about

In the sun you
glittered like a
Christmas ornament
and, in the same respect,
brought such light
and life
to an otherwise
barren bookshelf.
I never knew something
so small
could make me so happy.
And yet so heartbroken
when absent.

I gave you more
credit than most
and I sacrificed a
reputation of sanity
to spare you a few words.
For a creature who
lived, ate, and
loved a plastic tree
(more than I thought possible)
I adored you as if
I had brought you into
this world myself,
plastic bag in hand.

And what’s in a name, anyway?
Mostly irony, in
your case.
Although red, an innocent
life
was lead
down to the last pebble
and like your name sake
you left us in spring
a time of pinks and yellows
but no red
just empty glass
and an unoccupied
plastic
tree.

RIP Mussolini, the red beta fish. May you find many plastic trees to keep you happy in the big fish bowl in the sky. I miss you.

Atlas Shrugged February 26, 2011

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Embers left
from fires golden
tracing steps that
crack and smolder

Ear to ear
your eyes are lost
a smile’s warmth
to melt the frost

Look ahead with
autumn trembles
look behind just
to remember

High heights climbed
and falling rocks
the search for keys
for fancy locks

Passion’s flame
to light the dark
long nights in
to find the spark

Regal heart
choose your fate
it’s yours to have,
and yours to take

Atlas shrugged
his mighty burden
think of this
in times uncertain

 

untitled October 15, 2010

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because not despite
how I tremble with fright!
when I don’t hear your heart
going bump in the night

where you lay is left cold
growing dusty and old
there’s a silence where secrets
are most often told

I’ll pretend for awhile
that I still feel your smile
even though we’re parted
by more than a mile

but someday the distance
will be more reminiscent
and the lovers will find
it was worth the persistence

Treasure Hunt September 2, 2010

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Hand to hand
now our futures are one
life lines and love lines
pleasantly tangled
a jaunty jigsaw
a warm squeeze
reminds the forgetful
of everything they possess

the gentle sound of you
living, breathing
in the cold, morning air
I want to remember how
your breath feels on my neck
and how your hand lies
still on my waist
a smile playfully appears
as awakening thoughts
float lethargically into your
dreams

Golden, boyish curls on a
sunburned neck
soft, evening kisses
where freckles would be
and my head fits just right
I could lay here til
some cosmic force
ends us all

if I had my way
I would.

Static Cling July 29, 2010

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This was not written based on true events. Just true fears.

Where you no longer
linger, in body and mind,
your scent still
clings
like an autumn leaf
in denial of spring

Desperately tugging
at the tattered
corners of my
memory
Though faded, they
light up a life
amidst dark hours

Performing the role
of a simple reminder
conjuring weak smiles
Innocent enough
until night falls and
it only emphasizes
your absence

Once sleep overcomes me,
a dreaming fool,
my senses allude to illusion
of a world where
you roam
And, like your aura,
I cling to the pillow
that your head no longer
falls upon

An era ended swiftly
a history never fading
how cruel a fate
for a widow to keep reliving
what’s dead

Undone June 19, 2009

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Pour me a cup
of nostalgia
right side up
for an upside down
kind of day
and hand me a
plate of memories
over easy
burnt to a crisp
but stone cold
Typical

An empty feeling,
more than a feeling,
keeps me dreaming
and reaching for
some kind of
answer
to this lack of color
It’s all black and white
if you tilt your head
just right
Just hope and pray
that your head
doesn’t stay that way
Keep my eyes closed
hoping it makes the
world at large
that much easier
to stomach

This time last week
was a whole ‘nother
shipwreck

This time tomorrow
I won’t even be
at sea
I’m ready, I am
No mind tricks,
believe it or not
Gotta catch the sun
before the horizon
swallows it whole
The wind cries
freedom
and though no tears
have been shed
I feel completely
Undone

Magic Trick May 22, 2009

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foggy fingertips
wrap themselves around
the forbidden fruit
hanging like curtains
in a secret window
turmoil tossing its
head, stretching its
claws. swallow your
pride but don’t choke
on your ego

heavy heart sighs
like the apathetic
graduate, grasping
for a greater meaning
in all the insecurity
magician hands are
necessary. lift this
burden from its
resting place
Awaken it and
banish it
with trickery
and showmenship

turn away your
glassy stare. this
one’s not for
the faint hearted
But if you
no heart at all
then gaze into
temptation’s eyes
until you are
weak at the knees
and gasping for
attention

Don’t dirty the
artifacts of which
you have no history
with. smudging
memories with your
finger prints and
carelessness
Trail of tears
behind your wicked
disregard. The past
stays behind the
now, but shouldn’t
be forgotten

Make it disappear
fruit and all
Can’t bare the illusion
of bitter sweet nothings

Pressure March 8, 2009

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Seeing through eyes
that no longer exist
Stretching my limits
and taking that risk

Testing the waters
to remember a time
Still can’t believe
you used to be mine

Bang on the windows
the walls and the floor
To get rid of the anger
I don’t want anymore

Scream all my words
at the top of my lungs
I can’t lie to myself
And say nothing’s wrong

Everyone’s gone crazy
I’m the only one left
It’s a matter of time
til I’m just like the rest