I watched the sky shiver and cry out with light.
Luminous the rain-- cooling, caressing,
blessing the thirsty earth on a midsummer night.

You spat at my mouth, and I wept sorely at our parting;
Would you speak to me now, Brother--you who denied me thrice?
Have you learned what you needed to know
little soldier boy, little soldier boy?
Your white picket fence
and your lack of horse sense,
and Johnny came marching home.

You took up again your sword, and I prophesied the dragon;
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i am anathema, cursed be my name--
left to the darkness for your peace of mind.

and i am anathema.
you were the light,
but i am anathema.

i am anathema, raised to the flame--
ascended through fire at your vanity's shrine.

and i am anathema.
you were the light,
but i am anathema

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And who are you?

Nostalgia is biting at my heels again.
I was out spending time with a friend
when I walked into your store.
There you stood, hard-eyed and tall;
angry that you had to speak to me at all.
And I, the legendary psychotic ex?
I made my purchase and walked away.
Because honestly, what else was there to say?

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The ties have become thin.

I keep expecting the pale winds of November
to break them like so much spider webbing-
ancient and brittle from a forgotten Hallowe'en night.

Then I shall drift quietly between worlds;
floating in the midnight sky.

Gently "snuggy" and warm,
your head pillowed on my tummy-
your eyes were so heavy,
but you fought
oh how you rubbed them and whispered
to stay awake until the the last star
faded from the screen...

Then goodnight
lights, trains, stars, and toes;
you picked the blue footed pajamas
and lay your head on my shoulder.
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invoke the scent of old summer mornings,
the glitter of dust floating in golden sunlight.
dim light of hindsight fades, sharpens
memory liquid with the feel of piano keys
smooth to the touch,
glitter against blue water
and my mother's voice from the kitchen.

"That was better. Now do it again."

We danced,
A celebration of faith, of life;
A celebration of hope, a prayer
that we recognize the holy
in the joy on every face.

The most sincere smile
is the one you didn't notice
you were wearing.

I keep seeing faces I know

in people that I don't.
Fear mingles hope,
and I'm fraying at the edges.

One foot in front of the other,
I dream tomorrow bright and strong:
drenched leaves glowing golden-green,
brilliant laughter beside me
drinking sustenance from the rain.

In the end,
all things will be filled with beauty.
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In/yo, push-pull and my face hits the mat.
Isn't that the way it's always been?
Roll away, regroup, and balance;
I have to keep kicking despite burn-out.