Tag Archives: prose

Midnight Tears


Midnight tears trickle down a cheek of discontent. They fall like rubies to the ground, colored by different shades of intoxication. Misplaced treasures gather at my feet, forgotten emotions that are only missed when the inevitable waves of time washes … Continue reading

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Silent Night


Silent night… come still this voice. Let my cares burn before me in a flare of emotion so bright it causes their eyes to turn away. And as the night creeps in I will steal away, to seek the end … Continue reading

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Heartbeat


Do we count the heartbeats to understand your worth? And weigh your soul against the dead. You are lifted as a banner and paraded around for a cause, but all you wish to do is truly live. We cry real … Continue reading

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Midnight Rain


Raindrops falling from above, give their souls up with a splash upon my windowpane. Selling their lives for my visual appetite, how selfish am I? And still the angels weep for joy and sorrow and cause the sparkling showers that come … Continue reading

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Walking Reflections


Walking reflections they share my past. Like simultaneous televisions, they portray the steps that lead to the next one yet to be taken. I cut the blindfold from my face with the dagger of despair and accept what I may … Continue reading

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The Jester


He hides his pain behind a permanent smile. Making other people laugh, while feeling no joy. A beautiful painting of conflicting emotion. Suspended in ultimate devotion. To the task of making other humans laugh. A slave, a servant, is there … Continue reading

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Melting Dreams


Melting dreams they drip from above. Tumbling down filled with love. Love and hope that will never see the light. Try and try as we might. I would not say I am an example to follow. To perhaps read in … Continue reading

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There is a hole in my pocket


There is a hole in my pocket. I dare not place anything of value within it. I wonder now what may have been already lost. Have I been giving to the world blindly and do inadvertent gifts of charity count … Continue reading

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Abandoned Warrior


You kneel there facing the sun. Contemplating a lifetime in a moment as you gaze at the light for the last time. The sun seems to strive at forcing away the quickly tumbling curtain upon reality before your eyes. It … Continue reading

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What a Disappointment You were


What a disappointment you were. I got dressed and drove in the middle of the night for you. You lured me in with your false promises of succulent satisfaction. Whisper not in my ear anymore of delicious aromas that we … Continue reading

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The Photo


It was at the bottom of the box. And yet it felt as if it was placed there, not left. A hidden memory, waiting to become a new memory. It is a treasure more valuable than gold. It is faded, … Continue reading

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The Drunken Ballad


Note: Inspiration plus several shots of Stranahan’s Whiskey. He sat on his stool with his lute and his cap. With a swig of his whiskey and a flourish of his hat. He sang a sad tale of tragic heroes gone … Continue reading

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Morning Dew


Morning light sparkles, diamonds in the rough be found. Morning dew trembles on unremarkable mound. A worker sits, his night shift done. Now it is off to the morning fun. But first he sits and drinks his morning dew. Letting his … Continue reading

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Awakened


Like a waking dragon, he rises tall. Stretching forth, magnificent, beams of morning light glisten off golden chest. Confidence, supremacy, these are qualities you once more exude. You stride forth, vigor renewed. A fresh look, a fresh face. And yet still the … Continue reading

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The Mirror


I stare at him. “You look tired,” I say. He stares back with scorn. The Korean death stare penetrates the glass. “Tired?” he scoffs, “Weak.” I glare back and mumble something incoherent. “What was that?” he snaps. “Nothing…,” I mumble … Continue reading

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Suicide


And there they lay. The tools of the day. A razor, a pile of pills, and a bottle of Tanqueray. I have stared in the mirror for hours. All have gone to bed. With each tear has come resolve. We … Continue reading

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Her


Whispering winds speak your name. Through morning sun and glistening rain. Even my dreams are no longer mine. Your presence there I see a sign. I wonder if our love was real. Or was it a simple touch and feel. … Continue reading

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Dear God


It is with an affable nature that I spare a grin, to the man that I recognize as my twin. Daunting the resemblance and yet so different, an aid to chaos this dilemma has lent. And still I embrace this … Continue reading

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Tear Drop


Shadows from a fallen tear drop. Merge to form a united front against the happiness which seeks to infest you. It is a victorious battle, and the battleground upon which it occurs leaves behind a picture of death and frustration. … Continue reading

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A Life in Images


I present my life in images on this blog. My glass house (refer to my old post “The Glass House”) actually has a room of images. Even though I see my life spread before me it does not mean that … Continue reading

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Color by Number


You predefine where I can draw a line. Or tell me how to write a rhyme. But you cannot choose the color of the day. You tell me what goes with what. If I am silly or acting a nut. … Continue reading

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The Iron Mask


Comforting, I feel my warm breath spread across my face. I see you and you see what I want you to see. I am the ultimate salesman, I sell without a race. Want to be me? You do not know … Continue reading

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Spice


It teases your mind and opens doors to ideas not yet born. They sit dormant, waiting for the music to play. And upon the right tune their leaves will wave with the sound of a drunkard whistling in the wind. … Continue reading

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Erotic


They touch with thought. The desire is felt physically through their eyes. Music is in the background… something soft and unobtrusive. Nothing matters but the present. He raises his hand and touches her cheek. He does not caress her, he … Continue reading

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Unborn


Your life in the balance. Not yet born, but you have given birth to debate. You do not realize you already struggle for your life. Will you naturally come or shall we send a machine to get you? You hear … Continue reading

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