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how blue is your heart


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

slender is the moon


sometimes she rises unexpectedly
somewhat slight
and somehow bright
like a slice of lemon or orange
painted in the sky

far out west ideas stretch
and sink
fading like an autumn leaf

face to face juxtapositions often
lead to uncertainty
casting doubt
by way of a thousand lies

there are certainly higher standards
worth obtaining
but not at the cost
of having to show no mercy



december two thousand sixteen
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the moon you know is no longer mine


it’s hard for me to imagine
I’ve moved on these past few seconds
but in reality was so many moons ago

if only you had an idea
what I’ve gone through
to make it to the other side
you would easily understand
how precious are the wormholes

when I said I was good to go
that was a lie
but now that I’m gone
I’m happy to report
there is something seriously happy
happening on the other side


may two thousand sixteen
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space tripping to the land of many moons


there are many moons circling
my next destination
or so I’ve been told
by the voice inside my head

it’s like a carnival game down there
grenade launcher in hand
pockmarking the moons
one by one
expecting a prize at the end

there is no dark matter
in this place
yet there are plenty of stars
pulsating beyond the many moons
and when the tide is right
I promise to relay you
postcards from there


may two thousand sixteen
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lunar new year


new moon rises over aquarius
directing my attention to the 4th house
an empty nest simmering with thoughts
stirring and swirling with a little
help from mars and uranus
stoking the fire so to speak
pushing and pulling unnecessary things
encouraging inner conflict
that doesn’t deserve to be unleashed

this new moon in aquarius
seems to know everything
testing one’s resolve by delivering
glad tidings and dire straits
directly to my front door

determined not to give in
I breathe deeply in the silence of the mind
choosing instead to scatter
seeds in all directions
knowing full well
inner workings are best gathered
when the moon is full


february two thousand sixteen
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lost and unfound


the cat chased the crescent moon
deep into the night
encountering near death experiences
along the way
living and dying by the hour
until inevitably unseen

with the scent of the cat
fresh in the dog’s
sensory perceptions
he searched for days on end
until finally losing track of
his long-lost friend

promising to return another day
the dog headed back home
guided by a bright satellite
looming over the city
stray cats springing from the shadows
and jumping over the moon




Oscar & Chester


january two thousand sixteen
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finding her motivation


creative moon snaps
black and white photographs
from the far side
where nobody can witness
her weakness
for the human spirit

her desire to curtsy and
spin from heel to toe
diminished eons ago
today simply curious
sitting from afar
like a waning wallflower

stages of many desires
camouflage her emotions
leading on
then pushing back forces
desiring to uncomplicate
her true intentions


october two thousand fifteen
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when september ends


she slipped by like a new moon
looking for a place to hide

on bright days she warmed my heart
but when clouds gathered ‘round
she chilled my bones
leaving me rummaging for solace

(come rain or shine the boys of summer
aspired to play deeper into cool nights)

sunday morning frost
nipped at my budding thoughts
stripping me of guilt and innocence
and reminding me of all those things
left unsaid and undone

though the sun will rise again
this may be the last goodbye


september two thousand fifteen
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defenseless moon rising


mathematics of heaven
on earth measure up
like the clickety-clack of
wingtip boots hitting
hot summer concrete
on the brightest of days

seven plus one rounds
normally fill a colt 45
its pearl handle concealed
inside the hip of urban
cowboy moving about
in conspicuous silence

waxing gibbous expose
skyscrapers without power
eluding bullets fired
from restless streets that
harbor outlaw scientists
who recalculate and reload



august two thousand fifteen
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the curse of the new moon


morning light casts long shadows
where trees amass and grow wild
harboring mere mortals
savoring newfound secrets

at work in the dimly lit night
werewolves trail the slender moon
digging out curses buried
deep along the way

on the outskirts of the city
early morning trains whistle and
howl and slowly garner steam
hauling away memories that
never truly existed


october two thousand fourteen
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her world as she knew it


they say there is no setting
or rising of the sun
they say it is always there
and it’s just your imagination
that sometimes it is not

with that in mind I stood at the
doorstep and handed a child
paper and markers and
asked her to interpret the
world as she knew it

from inside her mind she drew
countless circles orbiting
infinite stars
and every now and then
she placed a new moon
where you’d least expect it

I wondered how many of her
suns supported life as we know it
and as I was about to ask her
she told me she needed
more space and time


september two thousand fourteen
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brand new world


little paper moon inside
my watch pocket
keeping time like I never knew
changing from sliver
to full without being seen
brightening and fading
like a kiss from my little girl
wishing the world would
always stay brand new


august two thousand fourteen
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