moon batchelder Poems

our experience is just that.
and our perceptions? ours alone...
with which we may appreciate,
or only grudgingly condone.
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i can tend to my petty concerns
if i want to..
bask in delights of some passion sublime,
sufficiently justify sins of omission
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inconsequential as a single cirrus cloud in summer skies
a promise rested on his lips, requesting audience;
as if insisting on a witness list'ning to such alibis
somehow approve or yet remove the stain of fraudulence.
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!
I am.
You are
Let's be One!
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no more scorn for unicorns,
disparaging of faeries!
tho mortal realm be overwhelmed,
obdurate, blind or wary;
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i believe in now
'tis only this i can defend
and prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
the past is gone,
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a spider's thin and spindly jointed legs
adeptly fashion silk into a web
and sense each movement - every breath of wind,
or insects haply destined to fill in.
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time just keeps on going faster each day!
with every year put behind me
the accelleration rate
has increased
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insensate granite hearts - immuned to love,
reduce their possibilities to none
for stranger - maybe angel- from above
to touch their inward parts to tender dawn.
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full moon sleeps behind the thunderstorm
sultry southern air is warm and heavy
never mind
a glass of absinthe to unwind
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