Sunday, November 2, 2008

in contention

live life, career center progress
under duress, making a mess of things
swallowed hollow versions of past allowed excursions
mirror image scrimmages on fringes of
things regretted, begetting things forgotten

whet the blade, cut the cable
float the airless void, unable
breathing steady, pulse is pounding
a hundred million thoughts resounding
racing with the blindfold donned
breaking vapor here, beyond
wisps of memory brilliance shone
life alike is here then gone

hovering silent sparkling spaces
flashes light on ebon faces
sparkles of snapshots taken from the crowd

emaciated, overrated
wan impulse emancipated
tablet terror markings faded
walls, division reinstated
crimes of loving, lost or hated
shades of days, delayed, created

gunshot wounds the skies

look for your face in the dark of the crowd
a beacon of light softly screaming out loud

with nighttime comes your soft embrace
by day, reluctantly we race.

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