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Solitary Pursuits
These journeys of a wandering mind
Mine
A
Solitary
Pursuit
Amongst prattling rabble
I dabble and bob
Frow and too
Once and two
A triumph
From a tragedy
A mind made majesty
On a crumbling throne
Thoughts like smoldering
Logs lost
To the icey teeth
Of a fire's amber glaze
The Minotaur is my companion
Wandering to stop
And stopping to wonder
I continue
And ponder
A saunter
A tread
A footstep
Flighted
Fled
To a tiptoe
"What do you think?"
I ask my muse
She responded
With a resounding silence
Like the deafening fall of a winter snow.
The Precipus
I thirst...for more;
For movement,
For the road,
For the unknown,
For what's next,
For a struggle,
For the sadness of a journey.
Becoming familair and known to a place,
To a sidewalk,
To a corner,
To a metro
To only tear myself from it,
Wretch my soul
From the tiny feeble rootlings
That begin to sprout
After one finds a familiarity.
I long for the finite bond
Of wandering friendship
It's hard to be lost these days
When all you have to do
Is Google where you are.
Hold the Fort
Subversively sucking smoke
a shared cigarette
and I slide
Into some divinely sublime place
where a hand slips gently passed
Her face
And eyes sun laced
Mirrors for a grass green field
of fears and pleasures
enjoyed on a blanket of sneers and leisure.
Convoluted and conflicted
A conundrum of how to be,
to indulge in pleasure
or to hide behind the shade of suns
Shadowed leaves?
ah...sweet release.
In An Instance
A soft silken touch
to blushened skin.
slow fingertip smirks
of tactile sin.
A polar attraction
from a face
to a finger.
A slow motion,
mind made tear grace
that ends in an instant
but still haunts
as if left on to linger.
And linger on
eyelids closed but
a moment on
like heaven's lashed hath
from dusk til dawn