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**Kano** Karma, runes, and the sixth sense bitter herbs and sweet incense times and trials and bartlebees picturing what lies beyond the seas ancient temples and times gone past not even memories forever will last all things fall and turn to dust rivers run dry and metals rust fires burn and leave their ash winds blow with a lightning flash thunderheads gather and rain pours down nothing is heard over the sound angels' tears and devils' teeth belladonna in a wreath open coffin in the sky black moon reflecting from a blind eye shadows chasing living things no time left to sit and sing all this and more seen in the glass though not inevitable that all will pass chances left, choices unseen just rememeber-the cross is still green

**Simplicity**

-For K.M.K.-

Things are never simple especially the things you want everything gets complicated even a "simple" thought

relationships are never simple people and feelings, too you meet someone, something happens what am i suppose to do?

Nothing is ever simple life is intricate by design it started as a little fun now i want him only as mine

Is he mine now? I don't even know both ruled by Mercury two halves of the same whole?

I don't want him to be scared or to leave me behind i want to know if this is real or if it is all in my mind

One thing is very simple and it is all i can think of get ready now, hold your breath-- i am seriously falling in love

**Awkward** Awkward What an odd, uncomfortable word Do the thoughts of yesterday breach today's? Is it guilt, or anger, or shame? What is this "awkward" feeling of yours? Does our past closeness, of both mental and physical nature, creep into your thoughts as you are with the girl of "now"? I was the first; I was the only one for awhile What changed? I know you didn't love me I tried to love you Did I scare you--or did you scare yourself? Did our lack of conversation and excess of touch jar something? Why did you hurt me? You promised not to. You promised it wouldn't happen It did. Now you won't face me, because it is "awkward" Awkward for you Painful for me.
**Mine** Stale thoughts in my mind recycled words repeating, repeating, repeating Skies and seas are nothing new. Why can't I escape? I thought I loved each of you I thought I was cared for Dropped by each, whether consented or protested (or not acknowledged) Four isn't many- Is one too much to ask for? One right, that is I know I'm young and naive I still have hope; I want to love I still have dreams; I want happiness I still have a future; I want someone to share it with Seventeen years of tears and grins How many more to come? How many more wrongs before I get it right? How much more pain How many more lies Until I find you?
**Has** The silence of the heart has stolen into the mind The fragile soul has wept and left its body behind The love has gone; been lost for evermore It will not come back in another shape or form. The dreamscape has changed into a barren sahara. The stars have lost their shine The sky has become bare The future would look bleak if there was a future to come But there are no worries because there is none. The wispy tendril of thought has dried and blown away The things that are left will mold and decay The blank stare of an eye, and raspy, shallow breath Mortals forget- there are many forms of death.
**Sorrow of Joy** Staring eyes and hanging maws gaping wounds and broken claws shields and swords abandoned on the ground silence is the deafening sound There are lost souls and castaways There is no such thing as glory days Sleeping souls and fragile minds all connected by the rag that binds ripped and torn, stained anew blood of angels and dragons slew shreds and shags and ivory teeth thees and thys and i bequeeth faeries, daemons, and men alike together in this final fight none survive, the wood is green the cross has fallen; all are clean the sky is black; the earth, white save the debris that fell in the night soon to be gone, soon to rise All are with the Highest of Highs.
**The Unexpected Answer**
where are the splinters and other debris blackness beyond is all i can see was it a figure or merely by chance the door without hinges has hidden the dance wooden-laid floor doesn't reveal who has tread what monster has come to hide under the bed in the closet, behind the stand what will reach out with a many-clawed hand is it real or only a dream things are not always as they seem the space is there black and unknown hiding exactly what seeds have been sown my conscience and fear are worn down to the rind the blackness beyond is all in our mind

**Nov. 1, 1984**

-For C.A.L.-

there is an alabaster city through which the wind sings with towers made of dewdrops, angels' breath and butterfly wings in this ever changing present the past holds no lies all the hardships are forgotten, breathed away like little sighs all time is lived by moment with no future nor a past all children play together in a friendship that will last this place is filled with wanderers, young and old alike they yearn and search for something yet smile along their hike all are searching for a tower with a faerie of golden hue this spirit hides from everyone except the strong and true the faerie gives to all who climb the ivory stairs those travelers pure of heart enough are granted answers, wishes, prayers among these wanderers are two lonely souls neither knows the other; they walk on separate knolls yet somehow both make it to the tower, tall and bright they enter in together underneath the starry night they climb the stairs flight by flight, knowing the spirit will be there believing in their hearts she will treat them kindly, generously, and fair now they've reached the apex, wanderers no more her hand slips into his; this is what they've been searching for they enter in the room wondering what answer they will find they look to see a mirror reflecting their gift so kind they embrace tightly thanking God and the stars above their answer was each other, the most precious gift from the Spirit called Love

One star Shining brightly overhead glowing with a pure light so radiant, all the world can see
One manger overflowing with straw holding the most precious Gift man has ever received
One child fragile and sweet He came for us to be our Savior
One God One Love One Life Forever

Merry Christmas
**The New World** I'm lost in my head Nowhere to go I look for a savior but no one will show I run in circles trying to decide Is it better to flee or better to hide Thoughts seize me with grips so tight Try to get away with all my might The devils of my head are closing in I wonder what was my deadly sin I thrash about trying to survive Just when I gave up I came alive I could see that this was merely a dream Of futures to come or so it seemed If we do not save ourselves The world will not be safe to dwell We will lock ourselves up in our minds Our thoughts will destroy us in given time
Published in: The Teacher's Selection: Anthology of Poetry (Edition 1997) & Celebration of Young Poets (Fall 1999 Edition). The Unexpected Answer was also published in a Celebration of Young Poets edition, as well a a soon-to-be-released volume by the International Library of Poetry, and will be included with 32 other poems on a spoken-word CD, also released by the I.L.P.

All poems, etc. on this page are written by me, Mallory, so please don't kife them! I don't care if you need some for your English class, make up your own about an oak tree or something!

started: 2-7-98 updated:8-11-01