When ours lips became butterflies

When ours lips became butterflies 

And the immersions of the sprite-like  springtime receded 

The truth of light lifted our spirits

And filled our souls with warmth of a thousand summers

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Jamerson Rd.

I remember when, down on Jamerson Road

All my flotsam friends, down on Jamerson Road

A starstruck tee-shirt stretched threadbare and thin

Hanging out all night, down on  Jamerson Road... again

A cargo wreck it seemed, scattered all my dreams

Weathered like driftwood, washed away it would

Take me back, back, back again

Hanging out all night, down on Jamerson Road... again

In my captains chair, driving down the road 

Listening to Jane's Addiction on the radio 

One soul step closer to being home again 

Driving all alone out on Jamerson Road... again

Death Like Solitude

For the faceless fair maiden

Forced to frame a flower in place for all to view

The fragrance that lingers masks her emotions

Forced deep within

Never allowed to surface

Keeping the truth shrouded again

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The Magician

With a pocketful of stardust, a willful suggestion and a smokescreen up his sleeve...

The Prestidigitator unravels mysterious amazement for those who wish to believe.  

Charisma cast across the scene, his spell now engaged for those assembled to see...

An incantation conjuring and casting out the dream. 

Slight of dexterous hands, he does weave, and the illusion unravels... into reality. 

Abracadabra! Alacazam! Hocus Pocus and Shazam...

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Feelings in the darkness

I want to feel your violent dark delights brightened up by the neon red rum glow. 

Loosened cannon majesty slurred on the currents and down winded blow. 

A downward spiral slowly softened by your shadowy soul. 

Recessed into the corners and tightened black as coal.

A blue diamond shower rains from your satellites eyes. 

Washing away the echoing voices inside my mind.

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The Super Shifter

Super shifter:

It's way out... out of this world.
It just stared at me with it's large double set of black eyes.
Then I was taken aboard the mother ship and eventually to their home planet in the Andromeda galaxy.

They told me (telepathically of course) that the human race was not yet ready for the super shifter, and that I should use this advanced technology with great care and only for the benefit of humankind.

To avoid disturbing  neighboring frequency oscillators they instructed me to keep the unit’s volume at reasonable level. After becoming comfortable with the unit, I found a preference for using it with headphones. In this way one need not be concerned about disturbing anyone or any control monitoring units (CMU) especially late at night.

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Star Glider

On the purple-red rose road the fire-winged hero stood tall like a giant on his way home.

The Four Winds wished and prayed for hope that their colors would shine. And the grass grew tall for the fireflies to hide.

Star glider with heart two sizes too large; his dna flawed in the major groove. Solar thoughts of making return happened all too soon.

Tethered back to earth through weird warped windows. This land lost, and pained to retreat he languished in lavender dreaming, melting, until all tension washed away.

(c) & (p) 2016 subconscious mind publication company