Late At Night
/…night when sleep is far off, pictures of lost creatures precess through my mind. Not a fond memory is found, just dead images of those whom I rarely think of consciously though I…
By Buckspinster
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Winter Of Life
/…in mid-day, the vanishing world's last gasp, last hope for the last time fades, ever fading into the blackness. There is a single blade of unseen grass in there, somewhere. Someone told me…
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Read MoreNorth Wind
/…changes direction out of the proverbial north and friends are not found nor a woman wants you for what you are instead of what is in your pocket, the smite of years you walked the earth are recalled; and only your tired feet…
By Buckspinster
Read MoreA Dark Room
/…our loving years together forever
now nothing but tears for yourself and if
there is something learned as it…
By Buckspinster
Read MoreForbidden Dreams
/…dreams of nuns tell a truth we will never know about ourselves, the builders of Stonehenge. They are the desires that lurk in a secret place that we all share but never discuss…
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Read MoreDangerous Love
/…lost in the mind is as dangerous as losing your way in a desert without boundaries. Rich with possibilities only found at great risk, the desert of love is treacherous with far flung…
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Read MoreDon't Stay In Bed
/…are full of mindless numbering to keep sane, to occupy the mind and soul as news of sickness and death waft through the rooms with little emotion except a building somberness that weighs on the…
By Buckspinster
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