A Single Raven

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O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?

I stare blankly in your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!

You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?

This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.

We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.

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Curiosity

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Bending down on my knees looking through the keyhole at their secretive display

My curiosity overcoming any rational thinking as only Primitive Brain remains

Erupting flames from their fire catch me off guard and I fall back with a thud-mouths frown

Only slightly interrupted all I see is the red, curly hair on her head bobbing up and down

Trying to mask my need and wanting while watching this treasure trove of pleasure

I hear the doorknob turn as I fall face first into their storm

Though I’m caught red handed and embarrassed by my distaste-

He raises me from the floor, grabs my waist and shuts the door…

 

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Cause and Effect

 

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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…

Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?

The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency

From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky

When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.

As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.

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The Meadow

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I’m breathless, from running in the meadow deep∼while trying to distinguish the weeds from the trees

I’m panting, mouth open and pleading for more ∼so restless, still moving my tongue back and forth

I’m wanting, from wandering around in the snow∼licking my lips and savoring the cold

I’m falling, from slipping on rocks in the brook∼rubbing my thy up and down where it hurts

I’m confusing sleep with being awake∼fading in and out of dreams as the blood starts to seep.

 

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Good-Bye, Beloved Night

I watched you kill me a thousand times in life∼before you actually made me die

and now I write to you from the other side∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.

Haunted by your frightening memory and the stormy passion we displayed

I’m now lost amidst the abyss of darkness that surrounds me day after day.

The black sky rains silver streaks of lightning and waves of regret

I look down at vivid colors∼the brilliant display is heaven unabated.

So you finally did it, succeeded in your scheme, but now, my thoughts of you have faded

from somewhere in-between I write to you, my killer∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.

 

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Death Came Calling

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Under the surface of the water she lifts her weary eyelids up and peers

at the sunlit streaming rays pouring through the waves into her soul.

She looks down at her bruised and beaten body-though quite useless at this point

As it lays on the ocean floor beneath.

Shewing the biting fish away she wonders why her spirit hasn’t departed

one way or the other…

Why this hesitation? Why did they leave her behind in the sea?

There are questions to ponder-but somewhere in the wonder

of being caught, in-between, is a revelation of life itself.

She turns and floats deeper into the murky water…

Death came calling but she did not answer.

 

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Frozen Frame

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She envies me the way I play not wanting to give anything away

Her soul knows no bounds and I rest in that fact as I study her every day

Big green eyes with specks of hazel high cheek bones etched as stone

She kneels by the water peering in I wonder what she’s thinking- lost and crazed.

Some former lover have her attention? A personal tragedy making her dazed?

Her frame is worn by weather and time but still I find her being sublime

All the experience, all the things she’s seen..I want to pry it from her fixed eyes

Tell me a story of time gone by, new buildings birthed and old ones brought down.

Couples falling in love and giving birth, the aging families she’s watched as she lounges in the park.

I suppose we’ll leave details for another day because, yet again, she gives nothing away.

 

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