A skeletal alien stares from the picture
Happy moments frozen in time
with only remembrances of illness
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It may have been Classic, yet not elegant
It may have been Love, yet not romantic
It may have been hidden, yet not unforeseen
Yet none came to you
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Wind flashing through my strands
Mounted cheeks, glimmering tusks
Admiration for the driver, he’s my big brother
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Soaring the displaced glorious rapture
Recently cracked cubes reform to lush
The vigorous vulture returns to gnaw
Exposing enough to see the nurturing light
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Yield in wonder
At how spring could be
Rebirth of nature annually
Several sprout some unseen
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If I shall die before my own wake,
Dressed in everything but black
Curiously part take.
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Starring into an cluttered sky
Ablaze internally, yearns to enrage
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What miracle preformed, rewarded,
Encrypted his face on the moon?
Formation of the stars?
Cultivation of verdant?
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The choice of thee received gracefully
No chance of denial
That moment dissolved into delectation
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Advice laced where not excepted,
Help forced upon
Neither upset nor depressed,
Confused or petrified
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Vibrating fingers echo
Starting slow and ending fast, a reputation of breaths
A pulsing clock moving in snail’s motion
A melody in the silence
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Trapped in a creative purgatory, I strive to survive
As one magnificent manufacture is constructed
The others escape fertilization
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Beaten with words I expect more on my default
Insisting he gratify my impression of the opposing
Subconsciously I justify his moral
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Never Conquers Bliss
A skeletal alien stares from the picture
Happy moments frozen in time
with only remembrances of illness
A sister’s sunken eyes
Protruding checks
Lean carcass
Emaciated
Don’t fool she’s fragile
No longer the elder playmate
But foreign enemy
Destructing our domestic industry
Is what my mother thinks we remember
Yet accounts never arise to thought
Hardly noticed we juvenile, filled with joy
A Maternal point of view placed in conscious
Never conquers bliss