When we fade away

We will lose all thought.

Present consciousness

Dissolves into the

Universal dust.

Command of reason

Shall bedim and melt

Leaving only our

Memories in friends

And family’s minds.

The reminiscence

Of one’s legacy,

No matter how small,

Creates your memoirs;

Your ever afterlife.

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On a fold of blathering time

Stop and listen almost carefully.

We had not yet committed her crime,

Nor felt dimensions so scornfully.

Now the upstart stars spangle

As they exhale winds atomic,

The crystal balls will dingle dangle,

With a sound mostly tragicomic.

So allow mutterers to mutter,

Swell cats to do a paper dance.

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In the jorpen happish times

When the Ontutree ruled,

Only the philomontic

Monks of Xhandar knew the truth.

So Gahargarax didst march

Acrosst the red flavored lake

With his grand balloon army,

To conquer the Xhandicc hive.

He declined to destroy

The grand Morphic temple

Though the purple priests didst beg

To see his Apocalypse.

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I want to ride the high seas again.

The smell of brine within my nostrils.

The shining of the sun on the foam.

To feel the rocking of the blue waves,

And hear the crying song of the wind

As it blows across the watery,

Seemingly desolate wilderness.

Such an event would bring me delight,

Even now in imagination,

And contented oceanic dreams.

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I must imagine something.

It is time to express myself.

Every day that I don’t create,

An opportunity dissolves away.

A lost chance to fabricate

An unfamiliar composition.

A fun and fruitful new event

That will help mark my passage

Along the pathways of my life,

With written images and icons.

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So damned hard to actually wake up,

My eyes much prefer the darkness.

They sting as I force them open,

Opposed to the brightness of the light.

So easy to slide back into the depths,

To float away into a peace of sleep

And dream of waking in another world.

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Floating glowing colored lights

Seem to feel my state of mind,

With fast approaching outbursts

Of fulmination unconfined.

UFOs defy the minds

Of educated businessmen.

Dreams of futures imaginary

Will capture them once again.

Only day and season mark

The tempo of the clock,

Give us back the psychedelic

Multicolored life of rock.

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I must produce and fabricate

A piece of art of a kind.

I will spread words and contrive,

To compose a fantastic scene.

On the very edge of the world,

See the currents blow beyond.

The undulating clouds twist

With a sensual voluptuous,

And most delightful dance.

©2022 Kevin John Dail