Intermezzo

¿Hay alguien ahí?

¿Hay alguien ahí? por MansUnides

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all of gods errant children,

gathered up like fragrant leaves,

scorched and carried away by fickle breezes.

SDBC

Down in the garden where the ivy creeps

The Slumber dog and Black Crow sleeps

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The Fruit Of Our Love

 

Yes, indeed.

 

 

 

 

Like poison lies quivering in the slow dance

certain inferior journeys, fraught with verdant possibilities, all is naught, all is grief.. give not in to errant desires for they are fleeting and cruel..

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of little, little consequence.. repeat.

Prose Poem Five

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For the want of trying they simply gave up. Each of them held fast to their bitter memories nurturing them as though they were the seeds of some delicious fruit being grown rather than a bilious loathing eating at their hearts like a cancer.

At the root of this odium was a hurt so huge it required an even bigger emotion to deflect the pain. It was hate that now gave fuel to their lives; it was hate that gave them purpose.

The shattered shards of their history lay in pieces on the stony ground reflecting sunlight and revealing the stains of their recrimination. It was as wanton an act as a war in the third world.

It's Never Art

Have you not HEARD?!

I have NEVER handed over the key
Your KEENING disrupts my


Sudden-



nothing

12-27-12bpp(Broken Push Pin)

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16"x20" oil on canvas