Three more, all raw

Practically unedited - I like them better that way.

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"Lighthouse"

I'm so little
this big man's body
swimming in the deep waters
where is the horizon
who will
anchor me
in this vastness
You are the shoreline
I long to see
Lighthouse
Your love
makes the meaningless
meaningfull
Your love
a beacon
to my lost soul
Your love
flashing out
sweeping out
the darkness
light me home

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"pinocchio me"

all the broken birds
are flying back
to roost in my soul
all the weary memories
walking the back roads of time
seeking a temporary rest
in my mind
the universal home
of passion
and truth
lies
and ugliness
who will fire
the clay sculptures
that form this
claymation world
of my dreams
who wouldn't want
to be a real boy
if it meant being something
more
i watch
you move
one frame
at
a
time
through the broken birds
and winding roads
come
make me real

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"ashes"

my words
are just a reflection
cast from the dim fire
in the cave
of my soul
feeding on the litter
of days gone by
tattered memories
curling in the flame
i see you
reduced to ashes
then me

Poetry Day

Dang - so I guess today is poetry day.

stone rising

squeeze
the blood
in this stone
a hint of life
among the dead
rise sun
rise again
i will walk
among the daisies
in your glory
and run again
sqeeze
this stone
that is my heart

talking to the void

thank you mental illness
for all this art
and fear
how i wish i wasn't this
beautiful, ugly, monster, child
this is where i live
this is home
why

can you
really talk to
the fault line
in your soul

what will
the void say
anyway

too much

jigsaw

broken like me
can't you be
i just want to be
alone
no more
put the pieces
on the table
where we can
see the jagged edges
a picture
of what i used to be
won't you play
this fatal game
with me
put it back together
just to fall apart again