I saw you beyond the outer reach
where the darkness lingers
amidst undercurrents
that trade and enslave
moments gathered in time
tender notions to sooth the soul
in the bittersweet tensions
of yesteryear
broad strokes of accomplishment
together in time
a certain future painted
in the red and black of estrangement
a merry-go-round to tail
the chase
and chase the ‘tale’
a modern day Schindler’s List
of tacit agreements
the tenets of ‘prose’
boundless and open
the spaces between
fractured
in multi-faceted mysteries of mind
pieces of me
pieces of you
reflections
out of line
a kaleidoscope of vinaigrettes
fictional slights of hand
to mesmerize, delay
and entice
a transfer of
‘food’ for thought
to engage and enrage
you colored outside the lines
redefined
blighting fields of inquiry
with rootless explanations
the deviations
vivid
with meaning
reframed, distortions,
the borders of reality
blurred and broken
the deviations remained
By Mary M. Park et al.
the sands are shifting
swift and certain
in a timeless swirl
echoing the past along the silent corridors
of indecision
where the future sways
the tides of time speak eternal
scattering whispers across the sand and into the ocean breeze
where they glimmer with promise and expectation
one by one the grains spill
from reckless fists
that have known no bounds
until our skin grows calloused and worn
the tide is coming in
I can hear its murmured promises
Dancing across the sand
the past and future are illusions
only the moments are real
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weighted treasons
tumble then fall
from faulty foundations...
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bricks
spill in and onto our paths
we are waylaid
by another's
corruption
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in the sensual notion of your eyes
my ascension filigreed and paved
within your alter ego
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a deliverance of sight and sound
an inclination
whose bond surpasses the depths
of forevermore
upon the cusp of eternity
shining phosphorescence
a troubadour of the ages
his splinters seed a renaissance
a gathering of warriors in absentia
to humble the mightiest of men
their transgressions a bloodied suit
downcast eyes
failing foresight no remedy
beyond continuance
the robes of justice seek only
artificial truth
the ghosts of yesteryear have
come to haunt their chambers
and whilst they tender favor
to the powerful and haughty
the swords of commoners have
drawn nigh
integrity laid bare
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