Half-Hearted

You crept into my darkness,
lit the fire that was
extinguished for so long.
You were the only thing
that kept my smile
from ear to ear.
You saved me,
brought my heart back
from the dead,
made it beat vigorously
again.
The first words you spoke,
made my heart jump.
You didn't whisper into my ear,
you whispered into my heart.
Your kiss almost put me into a coma,
because you didn't kiss my lips,
You kissed my soul.
You can make me whole.
You can bring me back,
from the hell I've been through.
Only you can look into my eyes,
and make me feel like the King.
But no King is complete without his Queen
and my heart is only half without you.

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Vision

Frozen in time, space, and memory 
viewing the past in a sort of 
picture frame in my mind. 

Faces seem spasmodic behind 
glass that has cloven 
from age and elements. 

Memories jaded from each 
jagged edge of fragments whose 
lines coalesce into spider webs. 

Space empty to sight 
but heavy in hearts remembrance, 
something visual acuity can't help. 

Time, in its acquiescence, 
leaves questions unanswered 
festering in doubt. 

Looking through picture frames in my mind 
viewing the past that seems frozen 
in time, space, and memory.

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45 RPM's

Toe tapping tantilization on the pitched pine floor,
spinning with that slide of swing that your mother
talked about with friends after school.
Twist that white poodle skirt like it just won't quit baby.

Pressing the pace further to a race like status,
bringing boogie back the downtown Motown way.
Half hiding in the shadows snapping to the beat,
Don't bump the box sugar my songs about to blow.

The horns are blazing sweet baratones on that
fourty-five sweetie so come on and shake.

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Early

A low clinging fog
hangs upon my lapel,
sweat glistens
upon my brow,
and life erupts
through cracks in the effluvium .

It's never too early to
admire
nature.

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Night Walker

Dripping blood red spires of light
disappear as the sun creeps behind blue mountains
And all sounds seem to grow darkly silent
as the mist billows over the ground
In the eerie twilight all is forgotten

As the white globe punctures the darkness
Shadows grow and become menacing
Yet a strange calmness comes over me

Pinpoints of iridescent light appear,
if only to guide my way
Leading me ever closer to the haunting glow of the moon
With the crickets incessant chirping throbbing in my head

Wandering aimlessly through the open field
Feeling more free with every step
It ends

I awake from my ever-present dream
Relishing in the fact that the night is my only friend
Though I lose it every time I open my eyes

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