Poetry: A Mirage of Smiles

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Dividing the thrills of breathing new form

To thought and feeling are black-veiled moments

When, like the soldier scraping his belly

On the claws of a nameless hill, the stark

Meaninglessness of human endeavor

Burns the eyes with the bleak insanity

Of response to misguided stimuli.

These moments, when helping hands are wishes,

When friendships mutate into transactions

Long filed and forgotten, grip you with chills,

With fear that you will never leave that hill,

That what you believed was life was nothing

More than a mirage of smiles, a handful

Of pixie dust on which you built your dream.

 

Artwork:Β FANTASY SKY MOUNTAIN SILHOUETTE
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Poetry: Claustrophobia

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The feeling is one of pure nakedness

Suspended in billows of soft cotton,

Pressure rising from all the poor choices

I made that nestled me into this trap.

To speak is unthinkable, to accept

The hand you offer me impossible,

For every vibration in my soul

Translates simple gestures into danger.

Right now I ache for open roads, clear skies,

Freedom from the chains of all past choices,

A future where I owe no one nothing,

Where I can love your rich, simple essence,

Where closeness will not be the enemy,

But the warmΒ fire I have sought all my life.