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Betrayal

At my feet I watched

The youngest of my sons

Dance and rage in play

His Eyes cast down

he would not see

The shattered wishes of his own

Fist to flesh in playful fight

He pummeled all he could

All the others he tricked and pled

Joyful guile was his way

To those he dared not defile.

So it was I saw behind a back

A glance of cutting steel

Honed by will and spite

Soon to fall

Would be the one

Who’s heart the youngest slew.

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I

I walk with the minutes

     as the seconds pass me by

     the minutes drift into hours

The sunrise draws hours into days

Hours play against the passing shadows

     defying the hours’ encroachment.

     while a-waiting times’ summation

I stop to watch an empty swing at dusk.

Empty. Tic. Toc.

Rusted. spins;

The merry-go-round

A clock broken twisted

My step, marked by passing clouds

  And the drifting leaves of time.

  Settles into peace and stillness

Between the tics and the tocs.

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Adjuration

With tend’rest adjurations

I bid thee sweetest words

Com’st thou not to me dripping

Mocking my desire with dour Insipidity

Such be thy saccharine ways of trickery

When we the broken mortals

Wrest and quench creations dream

To leave it fallow laying dieing

In the charnel house of lies.

I hear your whispers

In the rustling leaves in fall

I hear your voice

In the sound of falling snow

I watch and see the shimmer

Of your face in the dancing tides

When the waters are still

Meeting mingling balanced in the dawn.

Come now walk with me

Teach me the ways, hidden

and obscure

Lest I fall and crash again

On sharpened stones of arrogance.

To close to the fire I flew

Of that presumptuous Sun

Then broken crashed with melted waxen wings

On sharpened jagged stones

Poisoned by my self destruction

I lost my self my soul the Words

And thus for a blinded time

I in pity wept and cried in pride

Now now I ask for your return

That from your challice I might sip

And rest in Prometheus’ gift.

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The Bar,

Old and worn alone

as

The City dreamed,

Kept vigil Thru the Night.

Faces in the darkness drifted in

-as the need arose-

To drink to eat to listen.

Beneath a greying flickering eye

Some sat staring up at

A hazy grainy image staring back

In the corner on a worn out stage

An ancient mic stood alone

A tattered stool waited.

Behind the mahogany bar scarred

Stained by failed dreams and broken lives

Stood One keeping watch

Glass by glass he polished each

Eyeing each beneath an incandescent bulb

Hanging from a single wire.

So August watched

So August kept the peace.

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it is time

for a voice to cry

a soul to ache

and one to pray

and then remeber

-It...has been a long time' his eyes looked up as he settled back into his seat, at the end of the restaurant. Food should be along soon.

> we just talked the other day<

the others eyes looked at him forhead knitted a bit curious

-correction, we spoke.

I have been thinking,Martin, and there is very little you know about me.

Where I am from what I was like even am like

You presume is all you do.

Strectching out his hand he grabbed the other wrist. His thin fingers almost fragile landed delicately and with drew like a spider retreating into its web.

In that moment the setting sun flashed bounced off of a passing windshield through the restaurant window that moment bits of dust and dirt roiled in the light before settling. A door opened and a bell “tinkled”.

Martin laughed as he thought – Clarence.

>Listen you can hear the city and feel it. What's wrong you seem far away...

-Actually I'm not- He absently stirrred his coffee twice in one directtion and three times in the other.

For years, years now you have known me- he took a sip -and yet you know me so little.-

Silence hung in the air of the old diner and the smell of grease and old coffee stangely reassuring.

-A father could be no prouder than I of you.-

A cold look passed across his features as he looked into Martin's eyes.

The old man stood and walked away.

Stopped, slowly turned back and said-

You. Are. NOT my son.

With a slow deliberate step. He came back and picked up his coffee. Stared Martin in the eyes. I have no blood worth anything.

'You... are it.

He slowly set his cup down and walked away.

Martin felt the color leave his face. He was speechless. His dark hooded eyes followed him out of the diner. He had known his for over thirty years. The pain of the moment filled him with such anguish that he cried into the dark abyss of his soul. His spirit battered the confines of his mind as he made his way into the night. The adjacent alley was dark and damp he turned into its depths and wept for freedom from......

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And if I...

like Icarus

do crash to earth,

when to some flame

I fly too near

Will you to me

fly swift and sure

in hopes that

[the] Phoenix's blood will

raise me up

that I might soar again

on the fiery winds

of your love's sweet torment?

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What is this dream wherein I am

Where up is not up

Down not down

But is

I

Am here

With you now

Always being

In this dream wherein you are

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Twilight

With His Name not mattering much He Smiles ponders and muses ‘Yea though I walk through the valley’ Now his step is slow and measured With twilight coming falling fast to night he doth skyward look There he finds the sky dark and starless without the moon full or new.