Words on Pages

Each word on the page

of each line 

dances gracefully,

with each flip and twirl 

printing a story. 

They whisper secrets-

unknown. 

Right before my eyes,

they flow and jump.

The words become entangled 

and I do not understand

nor make sense

of the words in front of me. 

I peer closer 

and the blurred image

becomes lucid-

Inside all the letters-

encircling each corner

from all margins

deep inside,

the words have written

a story…

of me!

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Stray

this great stage of fools

How in God’s name
does the ivy continue to grow
look at me I know you
I know what happened
I know exactly what you did
prayers bounce off
your shell-shocked skull
tell me what’s in the bag
say it
say the words
the ice is very thin
this far away from home
take another step
I fucking dare you
the bricks are starting to fall
just like you predicted
I wonder, I just have to wonder
how the hell you knew…

– Kurt Poleet

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“At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable,’ was his mildly cadaverous reply.” – Herman Melville, Bartleby, the Scrivener

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Thank You…

 
I wanted to thank you
For being my
Best friend
Lover
Husband .
You are with me
In my darkest times
Thank you for
Being so patient
With me,
For still loving me
When I am at my worst.
I know I don’t always appreciate you
But one day I hope
To give you more love
And love you the way you love me.
Sometimes I become angry
at you 
but that is because I love you
with such passion
that it hurts me so much.
I’m sorry.
I hope you can forgive me.
And always know,
that no matter what
I will always love you.