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Water Dance

Have you seen the Water Dance? The waves, eternal change of stance? If they seem still, watch and listen They rise as the moon has risen The Dancers laugh and leap and spin The lightning flash of sun on fin Watch the Water Dancers twirl Pausing on the green leaf’s curl Push and pull, ebb and flowing Building into something – growing The Dance of teardrop, Dance of change The Water Dance is quick and strange The Water Dancers needn’t hide The Water Dance is danced with pride Silent steps, Dancers transposed A circle opened, a circle closed See the Dancers, changing, sly Oh Water Dance, your end is nigh The Water Dance, never the same The Water Dance cannot be tamed

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Expectation

You’re not like the others – Sir, I don’t know what you expected Or why I can’t just be accepted Am I that strange, so out of place? I just don’t fit inside your space? I thought you would be – Sir, I’m afraid you can’t define Or contain me with a line Or put me in a certain box Trapping me with social locks Why aren’t you –  Sir, I’m just trying to live my life Not deal with your worldview’s strife I’m not going to tell you lies Or hide from your judgmental eyes I think you should – Sir, just because I’m not like you You don’t like the things I do You say I should be this way – Doesn’t it matter what I say? Well, I thought you – Sir, I may not be what you thought It’s a fight I’ve already fought Trapped in tropes, again confined When will you stop being blind? You don’t seem like – Living truth, not living lies Not changing for judgmental eyes Though I may seem completely strange I think it’s you who needs to change I’m no anomaly, no strange creation I’m just outside your expectation

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The Trees

Eyes closed And awaken as truth – Run Breathe the moon Drink the night Wings spread wide Gossamer flight Wild wild wild child The waking dreamers do not know But I do That feeling of being unreal Except in the dark The dark, the dark, the dark But here am I, a spark Running to leave it all behind Dreaming of forgotten wings Of forests, moss, and trickling streams Is there something wrong with me? Or do I just know what they do not? Ever running, ever changing Looking to remember The life that I forgot Forgotten, but not gone There’s something out there Hidden inside Hidden in the shadows I can see it stride between the trees As I dream Only half-awake Who am I? Who was I? Only knowing in my sleep The face behind the trees

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Shadow Dance

Have you seen the Shadow Dance The in and out between each glance? Faster than the eye can follow The Shadow Dance of creatures hollow Have you seen the Shadow Dance? The dancers leave it up to chance They are silent with no malice Dancing in the Shadow Palace They are light and fleet of foot Dancers made of shade and soot The Shadow Dance through fire’s spark Strength and power in the dark They spin and waver and delight Growing long across the night In a trance that draws them in The Shadow Dancers are like kin The Shadow Dance, the Shadow Dance The dance of danger and romance The dance that speaks of break and mend – The Shadow Dance is at an end.

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Poetry in motion Butterfly free Wave of the ocean Flowering tree. Autumn's cool days Soft winter snow The silver moon's rays Soft breezes that blow. The scent of the rain Star's silver gleam A quiet wood lane The bliss of a dream. Beauty is present In every space This world we inhabit Is a wonderful place.

One of my older poems - I was feeling nostalgic :}

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Bones Ode

Granite, marble, shades of stone Solemn guards o’er ancient bone Some wrapped in green, none to unearth Slumb’ring beneath sod and turf Others are yet new and clean Still cased in wood, from eyes unseen Names forgotten, names remembered Ash to ash, bodies dismembered Paper skin on brittle bones Souls in places no one knows Crumbling in the jaws of time As I run out of words to rhyme I hope the ghosts are sleeping well It’s time to bid the bones farewell.

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Starry Night

The world twists, the world turns Fire in the night sky burns All alone within the dark But on the planet sings a spark It’s not time to give up hope When we still have our ways to cope Poets write and singers sing Try to invoke everything Impossible to see it all Before we walk we have to crawl Watching stars until eyes close ‘Fore dawn ascends in shades of rose Celestial music of the sky I want to live before I die And so, goodnight to spinning stars I’m glad this moment could be ours

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Teacup

Lemon steam Daydream Windowpane’s rain gleam Rainy day Thoughts stray To a teacup on a tray Sipping, soothing Barely moving The anxious mind is slowly smoothing Seasons fade  Colors change Green to red in fiery shades

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Rainbow

Red Like blood and Hate and Love like roses, Scarlet blooming from Bloodied hearts We strive to keep it Locked away Orange Fire blazing, Turning forests to  Ashes Raging against you And your unforgiving Soul Blackened at the edges Yellow The scorching sun We glow and smile So blinding You have to  Look away You cannot bear To look us in the face Green Strong, like forests Resilient, we are The moss, growing, Spreading, Breaking down The boulders you Set up in our paths Blue An ocean of sorrow Our tears from your Stinging words Collected in jars as Glittering mementos Trophies for you to Hold up as proof of our worthlessness Purple Bruised souls Sleepless eyes Lavender, hide this love Lonely children with  Lowered voices From the times We’ve been silenced You’ve won today, but we will fight forever.

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Getting Drunk on Living

I am drunk On being alive; Sipping a blend of winter air And mown grass, crunching Changéd leaves like ice – Taking shots of blue sky And rainy days – Opening the well aged bottles Of starry night, dandelion fluff, Mountains in sunset – Giggling when my ID Gets me a stash of Old-book smell, lover’s laughter Lying in the sun – Brewing up my own liqueur From the snapshots (smiles, family, birthdays) – The bubbles of Meeting friends, seeing seasons change, Thunderstorms, Tickling my throat on the way down – I am so intoxicated By my existence and The experience of being human

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I

I have heard the trees laugh Mirth turns to breath In the dying of an earth But only I hear it, from My mountain seat where I slept And I laugh back – Older than the busy sounds so far below I have whispered ocean chants To the forgetting, fallen rain Reminders of home for The wayward mist, which I wear as a cloak On a journey to forever (for impossible is but a word) I have seen (truly), and listened For god’s knock (but he hardly ever visits) At my door I have slept through aeons, My restless dreams have Shifted the world-stage – The toss and turn of forgotten limbs In a night made of believing in moonrise And a day from the smile of bittersweet joys I have danced (eternal) amidst stars Kissed nebula’s hand, spun her in Giddy circles across Saturn’s rings Until stardust turned the skies to silver I am all and nothing, A half-remember, deja vu Shadow to humanity, the unsung song All I ask is to watch And marvel in tomorrow’s glory To spectate a world I love Unreciprocated And be, put simply, Me.

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Cat

Cat, slinking Almost a slither Shadow in the night Two blinking stars Burn gold Against the velvet face Of the majestic Death-silent creature What secrets hide In those Imperturbable eyes? What mysteries, Pounced upon, Consumed, have Rested in your  Silk-soft eyes? Cat, lying in the sun Living midnight – With halo-glow From a window Or a winter blaze, Asleep but still aware Sleep well, my friend – Mystery of fur – And wake again To dazzle us once more

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River Tree

Rushing rivers Wearing down ancient trees Floodwaters turning them To stone, petrified Set in place One path until the Final change As they become dust I am no ancient tree I am young, rough-edged Waters feed my roots I live, I breathe Never have I felt The chill of stone I am alive The rivers are gentled by time The elder trees watch As the sap moves within Old and river-changed as they are, They do not understand.

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Dreamer

Blank grey canvas on every side Walls enclosing me in a Dim lit brain cell Where I am held captive With a palette of paint As my sole cellmate No brush, no stencil, no pen or pencil My fingertips become a rainbow As I pick up the tray And as my mind begins to wander Designs, miraculous, materialize Right behind my sleep-closed eyes Colors only seen in dreams Are growing into reality My brain straining at the seams, a Fruitless attempt to contain What is being made Reds to golds, fiery And burning my fingertips But the vision demands birth So I paint the ashes into outlines Green-blues pouring Out into my heaving lungs Swirling paint matching My frantic twirling dance My eyes are open but they  Only see the colors, merging, Shadows encroaching – I am lost, drowned in hues Of visions and half-remembered whispers… Wake up, wake up, wake up…

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I Have Stolen the Sun and Eaten the Moon

I have stolen the moon (that cool sky-eye) Ground it to powder, Dropped it in the sea, Downed it in a gulp I walked mountaintops Jumped from star to star Until, reaching our sun, I pulled it up, Rolled it around my mouth Like a fresh glass marble, And bit down – crunch, gone From the heavens I gazed back At the tiny Blue-Green That is home,  Cupped it in ephemeral hands (gently) – Gave it a tender kiss and Set it loose To spin away, adrift, tiny ballerina (stay safe, newest child, don’t burn out just yet) The rest of the planets I collected Jumbled in a pocket, strung out Beads on a bracelet, dipped in Milky Way Stars and gaseous glitterdust Then, at long last, (once all was mine) I shrank down, the littlest grain of sanded silt I slipped away ‘twixt the night And the day And ran to the end of time I curled up by infinity And drifted away to the sound of its Eternal purr.

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Things Fall Apart

Things fall apart (Including my heart) And drift away (I wish you could stay) Everything changes (And distance estranges) As the world tips and shifts (The sun is eclipsed) Fate spins her thread (I’m stuck in my head) Then cuts it short (So I make it my court)

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Distortion

All around me,

Warped sky blue, twisted grass green

I see the world through glass distortion

Everything unreal, immaterial

Slipping through my fingers

The colors are too bright

Echoing, deafening

Kaleidoscope of shattered glass

Suncatcher eyes under too-bright lights

Can’t shut out the sounds and sights

Going mad in this glass prison –

Risen but immobile, frozen in time

Captive of the hazy skies

Where everything

Is half-true lies

Vulnerable, untouchable

Verging on collapse

Painting on a glittered smile

Trying just to stay a while

Falling for a madcap dance,

A chance to see and be

Whole again –

But when? If bottled up

In frosted glass

How can I dare to ask?

Half-melt windows

Clouding in the storm

It’s all the same – I

Guess this is my norm,

Just another day

Living in this brain.