the spirits in the apple orchard
gathered after dusk
one by one placing fallen apples
into their wicker baskets
it was a moonless night
and the children in the farmhouse
were looking out their bedroom window
mesmerized at the faintest of light
flickering amongst the trees
december two thousand twenty-one
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we prepared our minds with
foolproof lies and
carried on about our lives
as if darkness never
overshadowed anything
what was once reinvented
can be invented yet again
and those monsters
lurking behind old photographs
remain buried alive
unsuspecting memories
hang in undisclosed caverns
like misplaced dreams
tapping your shoulder
night after tireless night
without thinking we pushed
onward through the air
like a refreshing wind
blowing away the morning fog
that once weighed us down
december two thousand thirteen
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there’s something special about the underdog
how he manages to overcome the odds
beating a superior opponent
via intellect and luck
and lifting the spirits
of all the little people of the world
contrary to the underdog the dark horse
arrives out of thin air
achieving complete dominance
in stunning fashion
at times cheered by all of society
at times despised by every single side
october two thousand thirteen
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my shaman is a musician
sitting in grandma’s rocking chair
her nylon-stringed classical guitar
strapped across his shoulder
months go by without knowing
his arrivals or departures
i imagine he’s playing her music
to a sold-out crowd in need
the mosh pit implosion gives rise
to a new kind of attention
where misunderstood children
believe in second chances
though my shaman has no wings
his imperfect compositions
sail beyond the faintest star
giving light where there is none
august two thousand twelve
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deep thoughts reside
on the far side of the moon
where the sleeper catcher
infrequently visits
an otherwise quiet mind
gradually over time
subconscious spirits
escape past the dreams
quietly acting out
a world I yet to know
may two thousand twelve
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