Run

Like a madman,
     Weaving,
Dodging Bullets.
Run,
Or they,
     Those black memories,
Will catch you.

What Drives

The mad little spirit,
Those devil eyes
Set in pale, pale skin
With flaking wrinkles

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It's my secret.
Desire,
Burning passion,
To run with you,
On paths in the wind.

Snow 3

Footprints in flakes
The frost of the muse
The winter of a cold blue moon

Snow 2

Iciness in her breath,
Snow in her eyes,
Wind for her hair.

Snow 1

Muffled silence,
     Encompassing.
Silent air,
     Undisturbed.
The fog,
     A cloud of crystals.

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Falling drops
In a stream
Like consciousness
Only purer
Clearer
Agua

Blur by Command

"Squint your eyes."
As though I would,

Me,
Blurred vision
     on-command
extraordinaire.

theoslogia

Whispered words of spirits,
     Saints,
          And creeds.
Vague
    Though challenging;
Frail words hiding untapped strength.

Unlike Love Whispers

Liquid drugs in thin clear bags,
Flowing through tubes -
The harshest sound in coma's silence.

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Slick,
     Shiny,
          Reflective;
Oil, metal, bristles
Slapped
     On canvas.
Mystery - revealed.
Form - breathed to life.

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Old man's legs,
Numb,
     Crippled,
          Senseless.
Cruel product of time
     And misfortune.