The Winter Whispering Moon
shines light in the darkest darkness
still managing to have enough energy to provide
beams of blinding rays diminishing the smallest shadows
scurrying for shelter anywhere it can be sensed
by their magical cloak that detects
safety within a Worldwide radius

Meanwhile.......

The Autumn Ambiant Sun
fades amongst gray shades on horizons
looking upward toward the new sight glaring
down at all who thought no life existed in space proving
opinionated characters false in their bold
accusations spread through minds that
innocently listened

Whilemean.......

aggrivated winds conjure together a posse
swirling inside lungs gasping for help finding themselves
alone dashing in and out of withered infancy
that was sworn to have been placed within plexiglasshelves
reverberating retributions
channeling contributions

rare abstruse libel journals
riding waves bareback grabbing ahold
of the sweltering tides mane
melting between paper fingers known
for staining lined sheets in
binded ties exchanged once inkspilled
into the smooth pores of pages

attitudes dwindle inside dull proportions
boundaries becoming fair game to be hunted just for fun
as the prey feeds on snowberry decorations
spraying generic jewelry into the air like a Tommy Gun
tantalizing twinkling
blanketing bitterness

stranded with nothing
but a quilt
doing everything
but keeping anything warm
considering it
was knitted by the
community
in the clouds

only seen without eyes
witnessing innocent
toddlers soaring
upsidedown caverns
of crescent starbeamed caves

revealed at the right time
of the month
evaporating during the wrong
moment for opportunity
to stroll around this neighborhood
"where the sidewalk ends"

onlookers and tourists
forget
how to breathe
as they observe this
neon green
moonchild
awestruck

an ecclectic eclipse
sends sibilant flaming icicles

delivering
moribund bouquets
of crumbled kisses
blown into the windseas
undercurrent
overlapping
particles

split apart for
rediculous reasons

unknowingly questioned
by those holding answers
in palms brandishing padlocks
upon lifelines erasing a redrawn
map of pathways taken to locate all
this worthless treasure

originally bought
with an I.O.U.
at a going out of
business
sale


sposored
by the pawnshop
founded by a mourning
mother who recently buried
her youngest

just as assumed
in the forseen pictures
painted with breezes bristless
brush stuffed full with melted crayons
eventually suggested to border the headstone

teenager
size wings
became the last
and only part of
her to physically
survive once her
ashes took on
wingless
flight

sticking close are
scratch-n-sniff samplers
of fresh colors pecked across
peoples cheeks

unaware
of blessings
generously misted
into the quills of
our thirsty souls
drinking it all
in as several
choke....




on....




secondhand
deaths

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