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JUST ANOTHER FACE I am just another face Of The human kind A million years or more In the making. The product Or chance meetings Coincidences Events Some fortuitous Others not. A grandeur by design Magnificent Everything And….nothing I share my humanity With kindness and empathy. At least I try. My... Sign in to see full entry.

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BANSHEES AND WITCHES Banshees and witches Goblins and ghosts Monsters of different kinds Or Of the same ilk. Fear of the night Cemeteries and Bones Incantations Omens and charms Out of the darkness Of the mind They all come. Death has many faces That haunt the faithful And Faithless still. The... Sign in to see full entry.

MYTHOPOESIS Poetry is Realty’s dream A deeper perception Only the heart and soul can see Where Reason fails to speak Its own insanity. An act of creation The myth of perceived Truth A place where the metaphor Breaks all logic and bounds To tell what cannot be told To sweep imagination Beyond what... Sign in to see full entry.

MY CHRISTMAS T REE Who is this Christ Some celebrate On a special holy day With a tree of pine hanging stars Hiding dimly bright behind Angel hair Pulsating reflections dim then bright in tears of tinsel Languishing on this tree we call by His name. Is He the metaphor for all of us to know and to... Sign in to see full entry.

DIAMOND AND SAPPHIRE SKIES The sun shone iridescent blue Through Leaves of velvet green Silken rays of yellow With ribbons of satan flame And Night began to die Again Fading behind diamond and sapphire skies. I wonder. As our own end grows near Do we begin to hear To understand The visions that... Sign in to see full entry.

MIRRORS There is no insanity Reflected In shattered mirrors That I see. Only colors silk and velvet Of sunlight In prisms Brightly refracted. A heart and soul Caring and warm. Fantasy Of The imagination Often sings To Fear and suffering And other unkind things. Innocent and opem We Are nearly broken... Sign in to see full entry.

TROUBLED SOULS Where do troubled souls go Who Wander aimlessly In the shadows of day. What d reams are theirs When they succumb To night ‘s disillusions And Where do they go When Their time here is done. Is eternal peace Their sad illusion. What can we others do To see them through They who twirl In... Sign in to see full entry.

ROCK T HE CRADLE rock the cradle empty and dark soothe a mother in mourning black here comes baby number four wrap him in satin and silk soft and white lift the shrouds of night. he will live for number three this one will not be taken back spare parts made from the same seed replacement for another... Sign in to see full entry.

THE QUIINTESSENTIAL BEING There is a quintessential Spark A flame Bright and singular Which defines each Of us The unique particular In the universal That is me That is you. An idiosyncratic energy Sui generis One of its kind Blind to its value Trapped in the mystery Of existence Individuation in... Sign in to see full entry.