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Silhouette moon and the lightning clashes
nobody sees her in fleeting dashes
as angry fireflies drown in the nighttime sky

Her dewdrop eyes and her satin posture
leave a cleft in an upward offer
passing someone she thought she walked by

And they are forgiving
But she is through living
She walks outside
The inside falls as she leaves

Dizzying sadness is nothing sacred
to the woman who sees the fireflies naked
as they skip to the light within her eye

Misty breathing and glowing embers
dance in her wake as she remembers
all the reasons the night air made her cry

And they are forgiving
But she is through living
She walks outside
The inside falls as she leaves

They all let go of the violet memory
and still it grabs a hold of every
thing that they once held to her for a lie

Her footsteps shatter the sanctuary
within the firefly aviary
the buzzing dissent forges a history

And all is forgiven
But still she won’t give in
She’s walking out
The inside falls as she leaves

suffix disconnect
and everything is awash
when you say you only wish
to kneel on the rain,

empty, except the night
which holds you
as I would,
your slow song
melody unknowingly
careless how you call
my name

empty, the endless vision
climbing away
from the ocean at my feet
little blizzard
and sometimes I stop dying for
a while,
only to remember.

empty, the anguish
yet piercing with a lone triumph
all its own
as it yearns

and forever creates shards
of a soul.

empty,

your simple gift
goes not unseen.
the quiet possession
of a smile
careless how you laugh
amidst the crimson
drawing from the open cut
you create, unaware
the solemn imitation
of life.

empty, confined
held in a stifling breath
that of a silent solitude
and alone.
rasped by the heat of familiar
words;
scorch the tongue that sets them free–
alive, the words rise
and can be seen in the light
of the evening sky as angels
that bring a single
empty
promise of no more.

empty is that which comes from the twilight
waiting unaware
forever listening
for that sweet eruption of silence
the darkness brings.
Love.
careless how you sing to me.

empty, leaving the light
bound, within a circle of attraction
a tempest of serenity
consumed within the wilderness of evening air
inhaling the sanctuary of blinding brilliance
until the fire
erupts from its womb in the horizon
and illuminates me, revealing me
returning me
empty
I am spent.
and I become
that which returns to the twilight.

Words
cast two shadows
here, and on most ev’ry ear
one black and sharp-edged in its flavoring
the other translucent and forever wavering, like
heat haze.
Words are weapons
are toys, are prizes
are laden with reprises
are nothing
but words.
My words smile
    in brief flashes
like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge,    slashes
    (And there is so much else
that is knife-like
    about words)
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          …I’m so sorry, lovely one
I blame it on the words
for they cannot convey,
they betray
But those are just more words.
They can not mend
open wounds that have no end,
nor do they soak the stain they deliver, as
barbarous is the listened word
with meaning thought
instead of heard.
My angry words are alive
with skin pale as silty smoke
and eyes sharp as aged wine;
cruel personality, whose shape and outline
carry no relationship to the body they wear
…and tangible,    like old velvet.
They slight you, and I swear
they shun interpretation,
they would not allow manipulation,
or the relentless stutter would not I not stumble
the path of voice would I not tumble
to make hurt of you this way
Or to bruise your tender ear, which is nothing more
than my tunnel to your gentle mind
in which travel these words, and every kind
of cry that I would utter, or should I mutter
a curse under spiteful breath
and regret such curse until death, for it
is not my wish to hear your pain
carried by the beasts
we call
words.

Here are some haikus
written by this guy (that’s me)
just for Swagazine:

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Rising up, in a haven of dust and gray
warmth trickling beginning at my knees
comsuming me as it rises
Until it reaches my head
and engulfs it within me
I am a slave to it
here my one savior
I cannot find it
a fury detatched
The pain is
but a small
glimpse
of love
and I
offer
it to
only
you.