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To be able to break all walls,
All doors
To walk the thorny path and survive
It sure is love, you proclaim.
To stand still,
Unmoved
Though the earth below quivers, shaking your feet
As if you’re standing on the thinnest ice
Waiting to shatter and sink you in
This must be love, you declare.
To keep on smiling
And say
Sweet encouraging words and genuine compassion
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[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkGreen]Ignored, like an unwanted package
Left in the corner
Busied with their own noisy thought
And there I was
Confused by my own deafening thoughts
Tears showed what happened inside.

Ignored, like unused instrument
Kept in an old box up in the attic
Engaged with their own ambitious dreams
And there you were
Puzzled by your own pushy dreams
Laughter covered what happened inside.
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE

A Gothic Horror Story

by Robert Davidson

I have killed myself
and today I attend my own funeral -
But last night I went down to the morgue
and there identified your body

Electric light gives a certain grace to the dead!
those awful slabs - unknown corpses laid out side by side
rigid forms cold on marble slabs

Water distends a corpse unpleasantly
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Sautéed cerebellum Julianne,
Served with a small bowl of diced dreams
And a mixed emotions salad
Topped with Cream Of Hope dressing.
Off to the left,
A side order of shish-a-bob of chopped remembrances, flambé.
The wine?
Absinthe of Lethe, please.
And hold the slice of cold reality…

Pendragon

i am in the kitchen
studying o-chem
making muffins.

my despondency
leaks into the batter
out of the D-glucose
onto the blender and
under my tongue;
i taste the swirls of
pain the absence of
her laugh, her
smile, the absence of
her angel eyes

and am startled when

handel breaks
in upon my
silence with "hallelujah!"
and various other
choral ...