The Phantom Of Her Blog
Her blog appeared with the ping of my phone, I transpierced, mesmerized, engulfed, navigating my way round the phantom, lifted, carried deep into the well, emerging, prancing over catwalks, springing toward the decaying spiral of dripping eloquence, up, up to the dome overlooking all that can be seen; an ancient river of wisdom.
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NEW HOME IN THE SUN
There is a band playing in a turret of the castle of my mind.
Thinking about what you had said; knowing it was a lie.
Playing against Mother Nature; probing, hoping for a find.
Lying crippled from all attempts; under scrutinizing eye.
An insincere queen reigns in a self proclaimed driver’s seat.
Deeming laughter and drumming as almighty sin against God.
Labored, accrued and paid for by peasants without meat.
Her, wicked guffaw, exempt, ringing loud and feigned: odd.
In a dream, I waited, while entertaining a love affair with the moon.
All in a dream, placated, waiting for the sun to shine.
Asleep, daydreaming, of a Mother Nature soon to swoon.
Awake, the sun burst through on a silver sea: mine.