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There upon the naked stage. These figures full of music and fierce rage.
Trying to tell me of a frustrated song. A manic life full of emptiness and song.
I looked with a comic wonder. Then fell into a melancholic blunder.
Only to see a glittering flame. Telling me that I should and not to dance.

I am only part of the sea. Cast with many afloat upon this sea. Waves
of words calling to me. Telling me only this way to be. I got caught in
a hypnotic trance. ONLY TO FEEL A CHROME LANCE. Into my belly with a mighty thrust. Of some orgasmatic rage,full to the hilt.

Slowly I fell over in a sack -like lump. Only to feel the sap like blood.Drowning I was in the eternal death. Going down slow with the beat of the drum.
I tried to talk but only found,a clot like wonder in my frown.

All the light was fading away. Sound of the music a trance-like haze.
Around me the dancers kept the beat. Only to feel the kick of ritual feet.
Slowly my life ebbed away. Forgotten only to the next night craze.

The beat goes on in a stoic step-like manner. Me only the progression of a new found way. A ritual son like that of ABRAHAM. YET, my fate was to the full. As his son was saved, I found my life thrill. HIGHER, the beat of the drums.
Shadows of dancers with an empty fill.

from my poetry book DREAMS 2

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SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE,
MAKING NOISE


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