Category: prose

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storms & roses

i remember whispers
from deep in the dark valleys
echoing in her twisted mind –
yet you would articulate that
dirt into beautiful words and
transform what would destroy into
a voice that couldn’t be unheard

as if i was at the highlight of concert
drenched in pouring rain
singing my heart out
with the band 

come with me… enter the void

transported into another dimension
where all glitches of hurts & problems
melt away into pure ecstatic joy

let’s go to heaven, baby
hand-in-hand

let’s walk into the stars
and see where they lead
us – into the heart of the dark

red wine. joints. more red wine
did i say that i love the sound of
your voice?  i was nostalgic to a
home that called for me beyond
the stars – then i looked into your
eyes and found that star within your
heart

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