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With the Winds

The curtain drifts

My conscious lifts

And paradigm shifts

I chance a glance outside my shroud

And see lights dance behind a cloud

There are sky truths to be found

Much more to life than what’s on ground.

One Boy’s Winter Curiosity

As the orange sled’s journey ends

I roll onto my back

The stars shine in the heavens

But why does one zig-zag ...

That star streaking swiftly northwest

Swerving left and right

Sharply round the rest of them

Then slipping out of sight?

Nothing Natural

Shhh. There's a sound I've never heard

And a feeling too familiar.

For safety's sake,

I must take

Precautions against slumber.

Aloft

Too many times in my teens

I’d awaken to find

A blow to my mind

Unusual scenes

Drifting above

The bed where I slept

Suddenly swept

Up from gravity’s glove

Other times waking

In some other room

To begin to assume

Is an undertaking

Out of my bed

And floating the halls

Passing through walls

As if I was dead

This was not by my choice

Not a thing I’d condone

I knew I wasn’t alone

Though, for there was a voice

One night as I felt

My self separate

And my soul levitate

And reality melt

It bellowed my name

With a cold, bass, ring

I couldn’t do anything

And unwillingly came

I can’t remember the rest

Of that eerie night

I have no hindsight

But, maybe that’s best

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In My Backyard

A summer’s night, dimly starred.

I’m in the kitchen. Something’s in the backyard.

My senses scream out, "Stand on guard!"

I’m in the kitchen. Someone’s in the backyard.

My heart beats heavy, quick, and hard.

I’m in the kitchen. Who’s in the backyard?

Childlike creatures, slight, and charred.

I’m in the kitchen. They’re in the backyard.

They’re there in the backyard. In my backyard.

The Tumbler

An aureate orb

Arcs overhead

Slowly spinning

Shifting Hue

From blue

To white

And then

To red

(What now

Is red

Turned white

From blue).

Summer Hill

It was a mystery why that trail we followed

That wound through woods that darkness swallowed

Why did we climb that hill that night

And lay our blanket beneath starlight?

It was strange that the summer chorus was hush

The crickets and critters that hide in the bush

The breeze that whips through the trees was still

As she and I stargazed upon the hill

It was queer how we peered up oblivious

To the surreal stillness surrounding us

Our warm skin showered with thick insect spray

But it couldnt keep their kind away

What happened next, we can't quite explain

Of the hill at the end of the dusty lane

We weren't alone, of that we were sure

Bug men! But the rest, we just wonder

Visit from a Pallid Man

He brings me a book

look, he says, look

I won't take the hook

look look

I'm shaken, I'm shook

look look

look!

Charred Gray

Some wonder why I sleep by day.

At night, I shun my pillow.

I’m plagued by creatures of charred gray

And ,where they come from, I don’t know.

At night they come to take me away

(don’t want to leave, don’t want to go),

But even if I beg to stay,

Does it matter?

No.

How can you preach and bang your drum

And try to tell me where they’re from?

How can you tell me that they care?

To put it plainly, you weren’t there.

I ve been sleeping in the basement

Slipping through the cosmos

Spiralling complacent

Almost

Angel

I was very alone

Seems I’m always alone

When they come to me

In their silent tone

The three little men

Had brought me a friend

Why they did, I’m not sure

I felt so sorry for her

It was very dark

Seems it’s always dark

When they come to me

Cold and stark

She was thin and pale

Sallow and stale

I named her Angel

And they bid me farewell

It was very late

Seems it’s always late

When they come to me

In my weary state

Me & You

You bestow me

You rob me

You watch me

You ignore me

You protect me

You cut me

You soothe me

You frighten me

You energize me

You exhaust me

You enlighten me

You confuse me

You take me

You deliver me

You know me

Revolve

If you don't tell me,

I won't make it easy.

I won't go along

If I don't know from wrong.

As I tread into tomorrow,

From been, through am, to be,

I will always turn it inside-out

And raise the mercury.

Hinterland

As I walked past the dead trees

And evergreens of winter breeze

The homes had dimmed their glow

As I walked along the frozen lake

And brushed away collecting flakes

Of softly blowing snow

I passed a modest house of gray

With a man so strange in the driveway

A charcoal skinned and blue-eyed being

Small but peering and all-seeing

He spoke to me inside my mind

And warned me that the road would wind

"Your path shall snake, so know your friends

From highwaymen as the road bends"

I was floating through

Eyes cerulean blue

And now that I m on True Confessions

I miss you

To my Friends

On a Saturday at someone's home

Or by email or telephone

My friends and I will work things out

We'll work it out, together.

The victims of abuse and

The explorers free to choose

My friends and I

We'll work things out

Will work it out, together.

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