i remember better times
and think very fondly
of when we connected
but our time is short
our times seem shorter
now
more distant
i remember how
good things come to mind
but i pay none
to splintered peace
i take this piece back with me
retreat again
happily
JD- This poem is for someone that I used to think about a lot. I don’t talk to them anymore but they still hold a special place in my heart.
© 2019
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i sneak up on me
upend myself
defend this nobody to no one
i feel infected
i feel wrong
and what i feel is what i’m running from
bad connection
missed you back there
going through a dark patch
but now i’m all clear
and now it’s all me
and i’m happy to see that
time hasn’t been a passage
worth consideration
i missed too many words
and now i’m struggling
playing catch-up
with nobody
for no one
my feet are aching
my arms are sore
and i’ve never been this fucking tired before
and it feels good to burn
when you’re all alone
i just want to stay warm
i just want to go home
JD- It’s that feeling you get when you’re pretending to be somebody you’re not for no reason.
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preen you
from he
art of darkness
we’re cut from the same cloth
feathers of the same flock
locked into boorish
shock and awe
my chorus
if words can kill
crack this barrel open
reload it
can’t relax
each attack
strikes back
fire brands me
bad
too bad
we’re way past damaged
keep you on my tongue
bite you with my hands
damaged
goods
branded
WAY
TOO
BAD
i’m the best bridge you’ve had
the pleasure of burning down
thunderous reverb
when bad words sound bad
stay inside
retry yourself
put them in a vice
then leave them in a trance
i’ve never had the pleasure
to finish what i’ve started
next time
you see me
i’ll be a part of you
i promise
boorish
adjective: resembling or befitting a rude or insensitive person
JD- vitriol
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recount these words
to bring yourself good fortune:
“our will is as the ward does
we commit ourselves to purpose
our words will be a promise
so long as each is honest”
Avalon
noun literally meaning “the isle of fruit (or apple) trees”. A legendary island featured in the Athurian legend. Avalon was associated from an early date with mystical practices and figures such as Moran le Fay. It is traditionally identified as the former island of Glastonbury Tor.
JD- I wrote this piece as a charm for good luck and hope.
© 2018
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i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive in 2005
i lied
i died then i went back in time
1776: that’s where i exist
birthplace of a nation
bad situation
jefferson’s quill
never meant to ink this
do you think that time can be salvaged?
i hope for a lot of things
dumb luck is not one of them
surrender pen for gun again
better than stumbling
in shoes of some other men
gatling pun
trigger finger
mysterious cowboy
undead ringer
hot tempered gunslinger
slick on the draw
scratch musket balls
full english carom
ricochet off ribs to break your phalanges
carpal tunnel boring
trigger warning:
keep your discipline where your wrist is
flick of mine own
you’ll remain suspended
inanimate pupils
cryogenic
iced so cool
eyes sink titanic
triple sek amerikan
kannot relate
subsumed by the purpose under which all abates
i don’t destroy
i only create
instruments of fortune
forge unreal estate
car-om
noun a stroke in which the cue ball strikes two balls successively.
JD- This poem is part 2 of “Invocation Implied”
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course correction
1805
29 years past its prime
i scream at the sky
i scream at myself
after i die
i keep screaming for help
it’s everything else
and no one but me
i scramble for clarity,
retreat when defeated,
and come to my knees
when i can’t stand my being
i fester in dreams
and bleed my mind dry
cocooned in the scriptures
of pharaohs benign
i’m all out of time
i open my eyes
recursive immortal
impossible child
re-cur-sive
adjective characterized by recurrence or repetition.
JD- This poem is about a man who is cursed to be reborn every time he dies, but he wakes up each time further in the past.
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fir-ma-ment
noun the heavens or the sky, especially when regarded as a tangible thing.
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Verbalchemy 