Where Midnight is Forever

deep inside these rusted, prison walls,

live words never before spoken,

saying all that can be said, about truths

which know not tomorrows or yesterdays,

satisfying burning thirsts and overwhelming hungers,

which have existed from the days of the beginning,

but now lie silent;

down roads well traveled,

destinations become blurred,

inside vast empty kingdoms,

where self will is non-existent,

ruled by masters who do not yield,

deciding on courses to be taken,

tossing tired, old rules, defiantly out the window,

into brave new worlds of anything goes,

where it is every man for himself,

and that which was good,

slowly turns to bad,

while that which was up,

suddenly becomes down,

as silent, solitary, dwellers of the night,

hold on tight to anything that does not move,

trying to survive the coming storm;

which is never an easy task;

the darkness seeks its prey,

crawling into fits of deep, nocturnal passions,

fleeing from the intoxicating touch of fear,

destroying with a vengeance,

without conscience or remorse,

all who drink from the bitter cup offered,

tasting its final burning mix,

slowly spinning deeper and deeper,

taking one last journey,

from which there is no return;

where midnight is forever.

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Nothing Left

there is nothing left

on which to hold,

nighttime breezes,

blowing softly

though open windows,

cool and fresh,

like some distant friend,

calling us back,

down this road

to a distant home,

known and departed

so very long ago;

let it flow,

feel its pain,

crying deep within,

it is here,

the answers wait,

silently,

innocent and pure,

without shame;

without accusations.

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If You Only Knew

if you only knew,

just how desperately

I depend on you,

how hopelessly lost

I would be without you,

your love is like

a delicate pane of glass,

so fragile,

so beautiful,

waiting to be shattered

into a thousand pieces;

do not be fooled,

by the masks and charades,

the unimportant things,

see into me,

hold on to me,

but most of all,

don’t let me shatter you,

for it is I

who needs you

more;

more than you could ever know.

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Golden Child

hold on to your dreams,

my bright, beautiful,

golden child,

do no let life,

with all its darkness and evil,

steal them from you,

be prepared to fight,

do not give in,

do not look

for answers and roads,

quick and easy;

hold on to your dreams,

do not be misled,

by the mystery and excitement,

it is all just an illusion,

designed to trick and fool,

hold on to your dreams,

my dear, sweet, precious,

golden child;

be a warrior,

be strong.

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Sand Creek

Sand Creek;

the truth dances like a ghost,

a mighty wind, whispering through the

silence of the night;

who will hear the voices?

who will right the wrong?

hard to love,

when so much injustice abounds,

hard to forgive,

when innocent blood

runs across stolen ground;

dirty little secrets,

deep dark memories of which

no one speaks,

you can never escape the past,

it follows you like a shadow,

softly surrounding you like a glove,

slowly becoming a part of who you are,

quietly determining what you become;

the treachery and cowardice revealed,

their souls laid bare,

the self-made bravado and false heroics,

silently exposed;

sons of murderers,

daughters of thieves,

descendants of swine,

a little lower than dogs,

somewhat less than human;

without honor,

without dignity,

without hope;

their homes built upon hypocrisy and greed,

their tongues filled with misconceptions and lies,

their legacy standing like a wavering deck of cards,

waiting to crash down upon their guilt-ridden heads;

Sand Creek remembers.

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DOR II

the old man looks hard,

silently watching

life passing by,

moving so fast,

with barely a glance,

gone,

the power no longer there;

he silently returns

to sweeping the sidewalk,

just a fleeting moment,

a blink of the eye;

I hear your voice,

I feel you in the darkness,

I hold you in the night,

your energy fills me up,

I don’t care

anymore;

I want only you;

I’ve traveled so far,

you are so close now,

I can smell your freshness,

like a springtime meadow,

nothing matters,

they can take it all,

nothing matters,

but you;

I give you all I have.

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DOR

springtime sunshine,

green shades of youth,

I remember your energy,

your voice,

it was fresh new rain,

it was energy,

it was all I heard;

it was all I needed;

then suddenly you were gone,

everything different,

the darkness gave way to new light,

springtime breezes smelled like old

and trusted friends,

silence

filled the space

where you once lived,

I searched for so long,

lost in this fog,

a touch,

an echo of your voice,

it all seemed so ridiculous,

so hopeless;

and what did it matter?

words never changed one thing,

what will be will be,

our lives nothing

without each other,

meaningless,

without the memories;

in the end,

we became

our own god and goddess,

forever linked;

I remember now.

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