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Mother

Born out of time,

as ancient as fear.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

for the clock to strike,

for the bolt to click.

Peering through the keyhole-

visions of time, not yet right.

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Timeworn beauty, old and young

Her face is known-

Keeper of Destiny,

Mother of Fate.

Her heart, heavy in her hands-

beating with the seasons-

’tis the key to every door.

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She can feel the thinness of time,

the heat from the very flame of existence.

A thousand, thousand lifetimes

in the passage of a second.

She mayn’t control the river,

still everything is known-

the stream of time runs through her.

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Missing Stripes

Would a tiger miss her stripes, if she couldn’t make them anymore?

Were her claws dulled and unable to score, would she miss the blood flowing from her own skin’s shore?

Would the wind miss her tortured roar? Or just go on blowing as before?

Would the sea miss her salty tear’s pour? Or would it go on swelling without one tear more?

Extremes

To feel all life deeply, not just my own

To feel nothing at all

Thoughts, feelings crowd my head

All sensation reduced to sepia

Sleeping all day

Hating myself all night

Excited about life, no one’s better than I

Afraid of the doorbell

Fuck with me and I will end you

Come here, love me, possess me

Your love is disgusting- repulsive

The storm and the windless sea,

That’s me

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How quickly she’s adjusted

to the warmth for which she lusted.

Finding her joy in a name

and in a love she can claim.

Surprised to find she’s safe,

that she’s no longer just a waif.

She’s losing her sorrows

in the certainty of her tomorrows-

that there’ll be food in her belly,

and a soft place to watch telly.

The Good Stuff

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The Good Stuff

Sharp, cool, summer nights,

Big Dipper, Little Dipper, North Star,

Whispers of a moving creek,

Chirping crickets,

Chorus of frogs,

Chattering, calling coyotes,

Home

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The stink of boggy water,
Earthy scent of horse,

Soft lips on your palm,

Campfire smoke,

Crackling logs,

Burnt marshmallows,

Home

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Lazy summer mornings,

Pickle jar in the sun,

Sweet tea over ice,

Rich aroma of coffee,

Sticky donut holes,

Crazy 8s and Rummy,

Home

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Deep winter calm,

Childish joy of life,

Musty smell of kerosene,

Dinner on the woodstove,

Snow drifts,

Numb, stinging face,

Home

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Frog spawn,

Fledgling ducks,

A toad for show and tell,

A disappearing salamander,

Mating frogs,

Shedding snakes,

Home

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Friday rituals,

The house is clean,

Evening peace,

Quartet music in the morning,

Sweet oat cereal,

Game night,

Home

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Bicycle rides,

A story before bed,

The hard forest floor,

Too hot, hot cocao,

A pleastly heavy backpack,

Oatmeal and fried eggs,

Home

Supernatural

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Supernatural

She’s supernatural, my cosmic kin,

forged at once so long ago, now together again.

Comfortable companion through eternity,

she’ll always find a way to return to me.

Fearsome defender, but with a soft touch;

she gives her everything, doesn’t ask for much.20170423_162757_HDR~2

Together in stillness, for me it’s enough;

she’s always nearby when things get tough.

With an intelligence that’s second to none,

her muchness just can’t be outdone.

So fierce, so brave, so misunderstood;

she’s lived through more hell than anyone should.

She is her own, but somehow also mine,

two spirits linked with a psychic line.

All beauty pales next to her light;

an earthly star, she’s still so bright.

Olive eyes shine forth from a stone facade,

relic from when she was worshiped as God.

Still my Queen, picture of magnificence,

she’s well aware of her own significance.

Fabled, famed- Supernatural

mistress of mine, a grimalkin called Nell.

Don’t Be Nice to Me

You could cut me ’til I bleed,
drain my life away.
It won’t hurt so bad-
Just, don’t be nice to me.
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You could force me to my knees,
lay me ‘pon a bed of nails,
or burn me at the stake-
Just, don’t be nice to me.
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You could call me any name,
you could tell me any lie,
say the shameful things I am-
Just, don’t be nice to me.
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You could turn your back on me,
leave me shirtless in the cold,
watch me freeze to death-
Just, don’t be nice to me.
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You can beat me,
choke away my breath.
You could even lock me up-
Just, don’t be nice to me.
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Kindness is a deadly weapon,
there is no defense.
No other pain akin to this.
So please, don’t be nice to me.
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My head may know the truth,
but my soul has been miswired.
Pain is a relief, and pleasure my agony.
So please, don’t be nice to me.