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I will say that I'm ready when I know Im not I do this out of fear   for sure Some days I leap forward and others a sure step back I cant wait for it and cant stand to know that its there always always Why is it this way My God   where the hell am I?

The sun has moved its clockwork motion That stills the mid-day air The gold-lit faces of the grass gather ever closer as darkly sliding silhouettes intrude on those both old and new Here.

Stir   Quick Trip Fell All through all Ring the bell Womb, walk, work, and wait And wait And waitandwaitand wai

every time a ticking clock every time a fight I fought work wields my mind in synchrony drawing me from better thoughts from better dreams I dreamt I sought a different life of simplicity created by my own full loves pulled by a strong believing which sacrifices no time but creates a whole existence No clock would ever control this life no end would end with fermented strife but as the rain must quell the earth Reality set back my work I find that moving through these rooms I grow A strength Like losing one's way through the wood to later find it understood This knowledge makes it easier to end each day not with a loathing

Your body moved unyielded through centuries as I followed You Down Dark hidden mines filled with anxious treasure Move now past those Greetian nymphs and I will never touch you cannot touch you I hope I hope you will never touch me as I am a creature of cold glass and you fill me so with heat that I fear I will shatter break Down to be covered by you Your shadow is my only companion above the depth of Your sea

a black coat a tall hat crossing boarders on the distance upright stood with suitcase in hand pushing through the sound What's that you have that flutters from your pocket and waves frantically to be seen such a crimson beauty shoved to be hidden away it knows not of its futile attempt but I see I know this Man shield your face from the cold though it is summer because I have seen what does not belong in your hair and what is too thin to tie around your wrist Man It was stolen I know that ribbon in your pocket

I In my corner of most intolerable solitude Reach out For the dimming lights Of my childhood To taste only The apparitions of a disregarded past

Rain brings shape to Life setting it in a measurable box and brings down its gray lid that all people notice As for me I can sit and listen to sweet murmurs and see vivid dancers which during previous sunny days were sufficated by my ignorant clumsy hands

Fragmented Tastes I An Assignment was given for me to think on a profound message, a reflective piece. This task which asked From teacher’s lips Have come to me with emptiness But for a grade and as they do for pay I will do what I am told And so teacher, classmates This is My poem II Little words in strings Cannot tie together the anxious Squirming bits that rest within me But  thick shy containers will break with the heat of my deepest smile And my longest laugh III I see life In all its roundness Wrapped thinly only In its keen fur And I Will Definitely, Plucking its hidden dark seeds, Carefully Devour its