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I’ve a melody inside of me, a song stuck in my head I used to hear it by my ear, but now it’s quickly spread I’ve tried to ditch the painful pitch through thoughts of other things But that same track keeps coming back, and racked in riffs of rings I read my book, I sleep, I cook, I take walks by the lake Yet when the riot seems to quiet, the sleeping strain awakes It starts and ends, and plays again, This drone of dings and dongs But in such sound, I've fought and found it’s best to sing along!

They called me Meteor, Meteor as I plummeted to Earth it’s unsettling how one’s control determines what they’re worth The children didn’t wish upon me The wisemen saw my fate And from their sheltered homes afar they watched for me to break It’s far more  easier, easier to spiral and explode than to simply fly across the sky with starlight for your road And when tasked to see the heavens with what falls below its bar, It’s easier to make meteors than to save a shooting star. 2016

You want my body and my brain as much as sea wants sand and rain Thunderstorms and coastal tides Floods and hurricanes You want my tendons and my blood as much as seeds need earth and sun Soil mounds and summer highs Eastern skies and mud As much as pieces crave the whole, You want my spirit and my soul Total core, not compromised Deepest warmth and cold You claim that love gives nothing less, A sacrifice of bone and flesh But I feel death more than relief caught between your teeth image and work by me, from my main blog

Your motions spark the mythical A fantasy made physical: Your cyclops eyes and basilisk stare Your siren’s voice, medusa hair– What is offered by this odyssey? Greek romance or Greek tragedy?

I have a mind crammed full of things I’d rather not remember I try to just ignore it all, but I’m a poor pretender Soon enough, I’m haunted by my shortcomings and blunders And every one that I forget is filled-in by another I think of all the happy times of sunny days and bliss But even cheerful mornings had cold temperatures and mist And I remember all the fun I shared with closest friends Yet there were times I let them down and failed them, even then I can not fully subdivide the pleasant from the pain Although I focus on the light, the shadows still remain It’s difficult to shake the thoughts of sadness and regret When moments of dismay come up in scenes you recollect I’m thankful for good history but not much for the rest It seems that every memory has its own consequence And only Time will testify what stays or fades forever I’m blessed to have a memory, but cursed to still remember.

My imaginary friend doesn’t like you He told me that if he was real, He wouldn’t give it thought to just bite you And swallow you for his next meal He’s got six rows of teeth and resembles a seal He resides in the state of Kentucky And although he quite hates you, he’s not really real… I think you should feel very lucky

I know exactly what to say, I have the best response I have the right thoughts to convey, And the words to get across My sentences are set to speak, My lines are fixed to run I have great phrases on my teeth, And nice comments on my tongue I have my answers prepped for ears, My talking points are ready My throat is keeping calm and clear, My stomach, holding steady Now all I need is to find a way to make the time pass slower I know exactly what to say... ...when the conversation is over.

Oh, to be as white as snow– as pure as wintry fields below laying neat in perfect sheets and bathed in Heaven’s glow Oh, to be as light as snow– unknown to any weight I tow and floating soft on breeze aloft despite the winds that blow Oh, to be so free and oh, to have the best of me bestowed upon the land my presence spans and where the roads should go Oh, I know, if it were so, I’d wash with winter all my woes and be made clean as frozen steam Oh– to be snow!

I’m a pirate on a ship I’m a monster in the sea I’m an iceberg in the arctic that’s floating oh-so free I’m an island in the Tropics simply soaking in the sun I’m the Grecian god Poseidon blowing storms on everyone. I’m a cruise liner of tourists I’m a castaway who’s lost I’m a deep-sea scuba diver on the hunt for treasure spots What’s this, a plug? Let’s give it a tug-- Well now, that was careless Now I’m just a naked man and a little bit embarrassed.

‘Tis the season to be singing songs about St. Nick and snow So let’s write a song about Thanksgiving, since there are none I know: hum-deedle-dum… somethin’ 'bout a turkey… do-diddy-dee… what a lovely birdy… ring-ding-a-ling… thankfulness and give-ness… tra-la-la– Ah forget it, let’s just sing about Christmas.

Dismantling my dented armor, The line dividing shame and honor You could take me in your arms, or you could take me down. There I stand within your sights, Spots exposed beneath spotlights If you plan to to me harm, You could do it now. Waiting, wondering– what’s your move? My skin to scar me or to soothe Careful of the things you touch, You might leave a mark. End predictions start to tug me, I should go before it’s ugly How much of me is too much for you to know my heart? Debating closing/staying open Be rebuilt or be re-broken One false step, and I could blow it– the painful plunge to spill me. Ready for the looks and labels, Any bullet will be fatal Tense before the final moment: Will you fill or kill me?

October 31st I love October 31st– It’s my favorite holiday! The only day to greet all people who happen to come your way I try to say “Hi” to everyone I smile and I nod I give thumbs up to all my friends and co-workers on the job Yet of course in our society, Some people have no spirit and only stare when I say “Good day!” or pretend that they didn’t hear it The weirdest part is all the freaks that look like death or ghosts They put odd objects on their heads and wear the strangest clothes But I just take it all in stride– Any other day I can be mean I wear a big smile at October’s end and say “Happy Hello-ween!”

Men have called those days naive And named such realms “mere make-believe” But looking back, I have no doubt The very world was ours.

The scene was pacific, Like some dream that I drew I held in my breath and hoped it was true A soft breeze was blowing, Without a wing it flew It danced on the skin like the drying dew The sunshine was setting, On a canvas of blue The day went away and the darkness grew The night lights came silent, The moon made his debut There's not a star in the sky that I wouldn't name "you".

“The North and South Poles” taken from Much Love isfpprompt:  Think about someone you know who is different, or even a polar opposite to yourself. Write about the kind of relationship you have with that person.

I want to highlight you in morning gleams and wash your skin with afternoon And let you shine in line with day before an upset with the moon And I will wake up with the dawn in search of ways to dismiss your dim And shadows will be my fiercest foes while light will catch you sleeping in.

A Man, Good or Bad Across the youthful sea I swam to forge a life on honest land And yet, I question where I stand– Am I a good man? I look at all the days I plan I check my wants and each demand I fear that I may be a sham– Am I a good man? Who can say, “Of course I am!” And think themselves as greater than the ones who shun the thought at hand: Am I a good man? I do the very best I can I scrub my scars and every brand I try, but cannot understand, Am I a good man?