random thought/poetry from 1988
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| deep into the depths of my subconscious, |
| lie secrets, |
| dreams, |
| horrifying nightmares, |
| kept inside to protect the fragile layer of sanity |
| which pervades my mind.. |
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alone at the seaside, staring out at the setting sun, a tumbleweed blows bye, as out of place as i? it is caught by the tide, swirling, fighting, until it is caught and dragged deep into the cold depths by the aquatic jury i sit, and bury my cold toes deep into the sand. my head falls between my knees and i cry for me, for the sea. for the friends who are so good to me. for the fowl above who protect their young only to become an endangered species |
there is no way out from the tattered vision the scarred remnants of a childhood dream left in ashes at your feet with you holding the match ////////////////// the moon used to be mine, now i am its. the daylight hours claim my waking hours, but still the light fails to reach me. on full moons i am truly free. ////////////////// the moon brings out the madness from the soul and into the night they go the mad, the sad, the angry, all alone... together |
| _park_ 4:03am sun mar 11 1990 jon r. luini | |
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thirteen figures in the park solemnly swearing they'll never part a flash of light, a decade gone and still together, not a one fifteen candles, burning bright their light seeks the soul, to ignite and burn it deep, sear it with pain so that one may breathe, and live again ---/ |
seven horseshoes, rusted with age a silver coin, held by a mage around the nail, the horseshoes fall and into the sea, the mage doth call a long-haired freak, a diplomat an artist's hand caresses the cat one is one and two is two but that wont make one think it through | v |
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and so it goes through time and tide awash with pleasure pain and pride but when its done all that remains is a ageold parchment lay'n unclaimed |
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| made it through, eh? | well, i guess you deserve to | go back up |