Dreams
Like phantom mist
A semi-absent apparition.
Dreams
Chain ankles and wrists
To a spectre's divination.
Mind's eye
Can almost taste substance,
Yet this daze flows from stupor.
Mind's eye
Fixed on transcendence
Hopes to breathe dust from the stars.
Dreams
Flee as vapour unto breeze.
Leaving a cold void behind.
Dreams
Will bring one to his knees
Praying one day to find
The rainbow's end.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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