Pole Shift

a third motion of our earth
back to caves for man

one more time into
the prehistoric abyss
then to wobble on.


No longer tight in the bud

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proportion short-lived van gogh

of words bent to self

destruction on paths

to knowing raw pleasure love

parallel of hate

lips a line drawn thin

no resemblance to a mouth

dry laughter dying

pall not here at all

lids distort the sound of eye

winter’s brittle bones

break on siren’s rocks

desperate to leave the bud

finally blossom

Always questions

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yet ears perked at the gates swing

whooo whooo sounded near

who’s not the question

better to ask why instead

I’m not sure old one

yellow eyes took flight

winging up the small hillside

without wings I walked

Childish questions

far away and long
ago there’s a child I used
to know with wide eyes
asking why inside
not out loud but just the same
why we live why die


Walking in the rain

walking in the rain
jumped in puddles, caught raindrops
on my tongue, got soaked
warm raindrops falling
lured me down from my aerie
’tis all just a tease


Tuesday’s Child

Tuesdays child is full
of grace; this week I am she
magic surrounds me
money flows to me
everything falls into place
spring is poised to bloom



paths endlessly forkS is for safe and sound and secure

our choices forge who we are

would we do better

or stop cold en route

given more time to ponder

insures us nothing

I walk in dreams

wisps of night fled dawn’s
stealthy step across the lawn’s
diadem strewn wood
i roam frost laced dreams
dancing with rainbow prisms
ephemeral gems


As you believe

they’re gossamer thin
veils that hang between the worlds
magic and muggle.

opaque to mundanes
clear as glass to magic sense
real ephemeral


Wear purple now

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wear purple polka dots stripes

run barefoot through rain

don’t wait for old age

they’ll just shake their heads and say

ah well, she’s just old

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