I JUST returned from vacation and these are some quick untitled poems
I wrote while travelling.
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(1) Machines grind away
until the loss of day
when dark shadows of humanity
slither from their crevices
while others..... too afraid
slip away
and turn from clay to stone
secretly they pray
that time.....
won't disappear
then only shadows
will remain.
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(2) Sand bites his skin
as white-caps sail....
to crest upon the shore.
that time is but a solitary game of man
which in the end....
she will always win.
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his heart beat....
as if it were a separate entity
but when she turned away
his eyes became un-fastened
the moment lost....
from her gaze.
but single moments
clashes against the clock
caught between the measured hands.....
of time.
and the mind pondered the outcome;
then the stream of logs, began to jam.
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when dark shadows of humanity
slither from their crevices
while others..... too afraid
slip away
and turn from clay to stone
secretly they pray
that time.....
won't disappear
then only shadows
will remain.
(2) Sand bites his skin
as white-caps sail....
to crest upon the shore.
Mother of the wind
reminds the withering soulsthat time is but a solitary game of man
which in the end....
she will always win.
(3) He lived in her eyes
and with each seductive blinkhis heart beat....
as if it were a separate entity
but when she turned away
his eyes became un-fastened
the moment lost....
from her gaze.
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(4) There is no accuracy of thought
no clarity of mindbut single moments
clashes against the clock
caught between the measured hands.....
of time.
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(5) Wheels within wheels turned
as each thought racedand the mind pondered the outcome;
then the stream of logs, began to jam.
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