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EXPRESSIONS If I could do the tango The tango I would do Just with you. If I could sing I would sing a song To make you smile When things go wrong And when it is time to go I want you to know Wherever I am I am with you Let’s dance. Sign in to see full entry.

APOCALYPSE [one of a series of fictonal poems entitled MILLENIUM] And when the wars were done the soldiers left to almost none came marching home to find no one for a madness had taken soul and mind of Man across the skies stained crimson red churning black Angels wings ripped and torn filed two by... Sign in to see full entry.

ON MY 70 Th YEAR There is no wound deep enough for regrets or recrimination no yesterday worth sanctification and no asking worth the knowing, I am a question not an answer and I anguish over my own mystery. There is no Glory in living for living is what we are meant to do. There is no Honor in... Sign in to see full entry.

RITES OF PASSAGE in the front parlor on heavy purple worn and bare he sat legs dangling in the air silent cries in dresses sequenced black passing by wooden floors that cracked cigars and pin stripe whispering in the back blue chiffon and organza in a mist sickening red empty stomachs stale coffee... Sign in to see full entry.

It;s all about dreaming,,,,, Dream - The Pied Pipers 1940's The Original Recording... - YouTube ► 2:55 ► 2:55 www. youtube.com/watch?v=3-qkpa8JFYY Feb 28, 2010 - 3 min - maynardcat Dream by The Pied Pipers popular in the 1940's recorded from the original Capitol 78... Johnny Mercer... Sign in to see full entry.

THE HALO EFFECT I color my memories lavender-blue and bring sunlight in for everyone to see where there was none entirely true for me Time sanctifies the years Tears wash away the sins A well-placed halo will make the dark seem less dim Sign in to see full entry.

TRAINS summer’s nighttime dreaming streaming sweat of discontent sleep tortured till dawn’s light and morning breezes trains weeping high in the night as they leave the station waiting to take me to safe hiding places leaving me behind Sign in to see full entry.

BRONX INTO MANAHTTEN Clickety-clack trains on the tracks high above cobblestone streets they screech angrily spitting sparks at each stop cars shaking impatiently. we vibrate all as one holding on back to back to old black leather straps knees to torn straw seats sliding side to side eyes stare... Sign in to see full entry.

WINGS I seek no magic no Christmas dreams no childhood anticipation of exciting things no wanderings into fantasy and imagination. I have no place to hide any more. I have no wings Sign in to see full entry.

THE MARK OF CAIN You are darkness the serpent’s kiss the voice that lies and the look that shames. You are hell’s enchantment and you kill the light in me. Sign in to see full entry.