The page is your world

This may be the most efficient way of writing. Simply put words on a page, and have done with it. This is your page. These are your words. Here, of all places, you need answer to not a soul, living or dead. This is a statement of fact, friend. This, the page, is your world. Doesn’t matter whether others read this or not. I know ache fills you at this. It’s only life, each sentence, word, one movement closer to the end.  

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Home with no name

Home with no name, this charcoal deep airy lost place. Cut bonds and cords flit in the wind, a thousand tentacles. Sad hearts stand in quiet corners, lost, trembling, cold, bent, buckled, they weep – they weep – they weep.

Now, stumbled to standing, I’ll split the heavens for you, snare the brightest sun. Across the pond out of reach your heart glistens warm gold love. I am now, finally, bound by nothing but me. If I could only cleave the pond in two,

find myself lost no more.

for jch

Walkin’ whisper dreams

Walk me soft stepping rhythm

Someone sees shifting soft

Times worth knowing

Chanting up the drive

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Sadness fades early morning’s

Hinting sun blooms shape shifting

Love dancing on the bridge sings

Hope comes rising

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Deep bass drives soul center true

Treble ripples  surface waters

Waves split blue gray white

Spread grains of sand walkers

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Dreams knocking on distant doors

Where secrets still hidden

Beg for freedom’s freedom

Beyond history’s call I’m

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Did you ever believe

Canted dreams edge the sky

Morning rain dimples ponder pond

He turns quick away the dream unfolds

Softly mourns the unspoken

Did you ever believe

 

His word set down strong

Bolted hard fast firm solid

All his stark stride moving

Slips past shadowed hopes

Did you ever believe

 

Buckle down mister boy

Shackled hearts histories abound

Silent vapor trails weave unheard

Hoped for rhythms all gone now

Did you ever believe