Life Spring

I’ve glimpsed the soul of ‘Life Spring’ as it huddled Doubt filled, hurting, twisting in the dark She ponders my intentions and befuddled Imagines that I won’t maintain the spark   Exquisite she, though flawed and prone to finding - Reasons to distrust the love in me Trying to surpass the past’s un-windings Disavowing dreams …

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Myself

There is a very common phrase in the self-centric lexicon of language: “I found myself wanting her”. This is an unambiguous enough, arousal based, bit of self-expression. I cannot fathom the level to which it may resonate at the heart of a woman but as a man it is, generally, barely denim deep. Men are …

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Walkin’

I’ve seen the mist rising on a dry river bed – I knew the water lay there undetected I’ve seen the clouds rising up behind your eyes – when you felt yourself unprotected I’ve walked the shallow fields of your fallow mind – divining rod twitching in my hand Searching for the soul that I …

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Slip

As always, the buzzing troubled his sleep. The whirr of it mutated his dreams and sent him into a cold sweat. The image that infiltrated his slumber, again, was of a hoard of flying insects. They flew in perfect ranks, descending out of the sun, intent on his destruction. Time to wake up! Upon waking, …

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