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Why I'm Wet

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Why I'm Wet

There's a strange feeling in the air tonight. Something that has tagged along on the wind, moving freely about, completely unhindered by rational thought or the opinions of the 5:00 weatherman. A light mist drives down from above or below, I really can't be sure it just feels so right the soft spray in my face, on the back of my neck, the tender places on arms and hands that don't feel everything like they should. Maybe it's just me, the unsensible one standing in the wet dusk stretching my face to the steel sky catching glimpses of the mist drifting softly into my eyes. They are staring at me. I can feel it. Glances at th
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Deja-vu

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Deja-vu

Collecting thoughts in buckets drizzed dreams in barrels stoppered and shelved to age and fade beyond concious thought reawakened in brief glimpses tapped and poured to toast a moment come a gone then broken down and lost or recycled into forgotten might have beens.
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Keep Watching

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Keep Watching

Belligerent screams tear through the glass, like chalkboards and broken fingernails screeching, bleeding into my mind. Make it stop! my silent cry as if the force of my will could reflect the horror send it howling with vengence and rage back to feast upon its owner. The pain lasts but a moment and leaves me angry and vandalized my peace of mind ripped away, stolen and soiled then returned incomplete pieces missing, shoddy workmanship covered with a shiny new coat of ignorance.
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Feast of Midnight

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Feast of Midnight

You appear like a winter midnight the moon's cold breath reflecting on the snowy ground a new world painted in silver and shadow. Pale and perfect, you stumble down the runway leaning on your imaginary courtiers your aching features frozen in a perfect pageant smile. Breath of frost, you begin to speak your crystal words bounce from ear to ear carving scenes of false gaiety in your wake. Baring, discordant trumpets signal your arrival at the table seats fill quickly, hungry eyes silently devouring the lavish feast. The meal ends in silence the final toast finishes the guests you walk by, blessing each one as you watch them
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Feast of Midnight

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Feast of Midnight

You appear like a winter midnight the moon's cold breath reflecting on the snowy ground a new world painted in silver and shadow. Pale and perfect, you stumble down the runway leaning on your imaginary courtiers your aching features frozen in a perfect pageant smile. Breath of frost, you begin to speak your crystal words bounce from ear to ear carving scenes of false gaiety in your wake. Baring, discordant trumpets signal your arrival at the table seats fill quickly, hungry eyes silently devouring the lavish feast. The meal ends in silence the final toast finishes the guests you walk by, blessing each one as you watch them
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Keep Watching

K

Keep Watching

Belligerent screams tear through the glass, like chalkboards and broken fingernails screeching, bleeding into my mind. Make it stop! my silent cry as if the force of my will could reflect the horror send it howling with vengence and rage back to feast upon its owner. The pain lasts but a moment and leaves me angry and vandalized my peace of mind ripped away, stolen and soiled then returned incomplete pieces missing, shoddy workmanship covered with a shiny new coat of ignorance.
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Deja-vu

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Deja-vu

Collecting thoughts in buckets drizzed dreams in barrels stoppered and shelved to age and fade beyond concious thought reawakened in brief glimpses tapped and poured to toast a moment come a gone then broken down and lost or recycled into forgotten might have beens.
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Why I'm Wet

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Why I'm Wet

There's a strange feeling in the air tonight. Something that has tagged along on the wind, moving freely about, completely unhindered by rational thought or the opinions of the 5:00 weatherman. A light mist drives down from above or below, I really can't be sure it just feels so right the soft spray in my face, on the back of my neck, the tender places on arms and hands that don't feel everything like they should. Maybe it's just me, the unsensible one standing in the wet dusk stretching my face to the steel sky catching glimpses of the mist drifting softly into my eyes. They are staring at me. I can feel it. Glances at th
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Moving in...

Moving in...

Moved from another account.  Posting some older stuff, plus a couple new pieces. Welcome, and enjoy.
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