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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Dragged

On the altar lies the box,
In which the body lays.
As I sit it looks so,
Large and overbearing.
Suddenly it shakes,
A knocking comes from within.
I look around for the others,
But I am here alone in fear.
The lid begins to open,
Slowly to enhance the terror.
Fingers grasp the side, as
If to pull the body out,
Awakened from infinite sleep.
I want to rise and flee,
But I can't move from where I sit.
I watch as more hands appear,
The lid crashes to the floor.
Countless are the dead,
As they climb from the casket.
Surely they couldn't all fit,
But just as sure they do.
They crawl in my direction,
Lifeless eyes on me,
Reaching with withered limbs,
Grasping at my feet.
Suddenly they drag me,
Out from where I sit.
With inhuman strength,
I am pulled towards the box.
Up and over the altar,
Into the bed of the dead.
I feebly grasp for something,
To stop me from their task.
My fingernails tear off,
Leaving bloodied streaks,
As I am carried towards,
My oblivion in haste.
Into the dark I go,
Screaming for mercy.
None is to be had as
They complete their grim task.
Then the lid slams shut and
From my nightmare I awake.





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