she arrived unannounced
redirected from an unknown god
breaching the exosphere without a sound
though coming to life by starlight
she disguised herself as human
finding solace within her own garden
as time passed the ground flourished
showcasing colors never before seen
reshaping the landscape of a parallel world
april two thousand seventeen
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the king’s inner circle sent away men on horseback
to sow the seeds of forgiveness
it was the first of its kind and unbiased officials say
they are planting courageous ideas
before winter set in the horsemen sought comfort
slightly below the earth’s surface
solving religious conflict through peaceful uprisings
april two thousand seventeen
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the forwardness of the day
and the unpredictability of the night
carries on in perpetual motion
like a universe continually unfolding
sparking the purest electricity
out of the tiniest of matter
april two thousand seventeen
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we can pretty much do anything
out here in the fields
except piss on concrete buildings
or turn boxcars into artwork
the bus driver went one way
while the rest of us went another
confident the slender moon would
never lead us astray
april two thousand seventeen
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stained glass hearts
tarnished over time
void of even the faintest
hint of crimson on the
brightest of summer days
on occasion lonely hearts
glisten back to life
slowly reaching out on the
clearest of nights at a
bulging moon turning blue
march two thousand seventeen
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Note: this poem is linked to Crow’s Open Mic Invitation
there you are waiting in anticipation
perhaps nervous
or simply complacent
but your mind does wander
like winds whistling through a
heavy metal forest
and you wonder
will the waiting ever end
and then nothing ever comes
and you are back at the beginning
like a child
interpreting the clouds
march two thousand seventeen
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I witnessed first hand
how santa claus hijacked
a short bus half-filled with
excited yet misinformed misfits
you could see him barreling
down route 13
allegedly screaming out a list of names
bouncing on the driver’s seat
failing to get the little blue bird
off the ground
december two thousand sixteen
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solar power paper planes
survey and scan billion acre rainforest
detecting seeds of life
planted by prehistoric man
suddenly sprouting beneath the mist
october two thousand sixteen
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stitch and sew
your restless eyes
dragonfly hovers
keeping its cool
no bark no bite
mandibles chew air
swallowing suggestions
blown by the wind
water nymph no more
final metamorphosis
captures soul mate
perpetuating the cycle
september two thousand sixteen
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homeless little ones
fill the city square
walking aimlessly and unsupervised
staring into the palms of their hands
slaying pokémon dragons with
whatever imagination
they can get their hands on
august two thousand sixteen
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far from the embattled cities
beyond the waves of love and fury
milkweed grows wild along
county roads and graveled byways
(introducing rows of half-grown corn)
bending with the wind
and corrected occasionally
by a fleeting motorist
july two thousand sixteen
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the good doctor told me the pain
manifested from my mind
from repressed emotions
determined to breach the surface
of course I knew that was unlikely
since I had already committed
to hundreds of the tiniest of needles
designed to free my malevolent spirits
may two thousand sixteen
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it seems like the month of may again
let’s have a parade
lay down your arms
and raise the white flag
for the prince is born this day
embrace these times of peace
and promise to never let go
may two thousand sixteen
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sometimes it seems everybody
wants to be somebody
they are not
continuously searching for something
that may or may not turn them
into someone more beautiful
than they already are
may two thousand sixteen
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she was six and he five
they walked a mile or so
hand in hand
nearly every single day
to missus munster’s
kindergarten class
reciting nursery rhymes
and interpreting clouds
and calling out flowers
by their given names
may two thousand sixteen
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I was born to live forever
cursed by the very gods
seeking to destroy eternity
why did I fall for such lies
constructed by warped minds
promising to ease my pain
it took a lifetime to find you
and now you are gone
like a ship passing through time
april two thousand sixteen
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