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Sleepwalking

Dreaming into daytime
Hope that begins to take place
Unpredictable people hiding their fears
Unconscious looks all over their face

Fluently speaking to others
Some making no sense at all
Dreamers keep on dreaming
I continue to fall

My dreams somehow have ended
I’m walking in my sleep
Tomorrow’s never coming
I’m fading to the deep

I’m seeing the man in the window
He’s talking to me day-to-day
Dreamlands lost it’s luring
My nights are filled with gray

 


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Glittering eyes

 

Who Fears the Devil?

Who Fears the Devil? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

frozen like statues

 

her breathing warms my mind

 

the feeling of slight  movement

 

a joy , that’s one of a kind

 

the calm of continued silence

 

glittering eyes that say it all

 

soul slightly leaves my body

 

my skin begins to crawl

 

memory’s flash and then again

 

a prevailing fear  returns

 

joy has changed , this fears mundane

 

my conscience begins to burn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Autumn

Autumn’s fingers poke into
blue skies, coloring trees
crimson, orange, yellow and gold,
dusting them with wealth,
expectation of change this time of year.
Frost soon,
gregarious announcer of winter
hunches with gray shoulders as
if it were a cat stretching. An odd
justice creeps over the land,
killing summer, erasing fall, and
lighting the landscape with white
moments.
No
October treasure remains.
Pilfered, we trudge on toward December
quietly, steadily, with
ragged
slicing
teeth cutting into growth
under the snows.
Violence erupts, blizzard
winds whip with
extraordrinary power,
yammering temperatures to
zero.


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negligence has blinded my fated outcome

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in my beginning ,I was taught wrong from right. I was taught to respect people for who and what they are. I remember everyday life being so easy , choices were easy to make.  We all just did what we did…..there were no arguments , we all just got along .. most of the time . Then came the night of July 18 1979…..and my whole life was changed forever.

           Sid was very high-strung for a seventeen year old. He was working on farms as far back as I remember. Sid and I went to the same school and were in the same grade from the beginning of our childhood . We had been through many changes together from desire for the attentions of girls to the very first drink of an alcoholic beverage. Sid was average in size , gray eyes just like steel and medium dark brown hair. He always walked with confidence and had an optimistic smile on his face.

           The school year for 1979 was drawing to an end. Sid and I were working on the same farm as our work was plentiful due to putting in hay and planting corn. We ran to the car after a long and dreary day in school . Sid started it up revving the engine for anyone that would watch. We took off tires squealing and disappeared down the road heading for work.

 

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