Poem: Ocean Eyes

-ocean eyes-   the ocean in your eyes: depth and sadness, love and defeat rivers of my soul, they flow into you. broken through, are the dams of my mind floodwaters rising – darling, I can’t help it everything ends in you.     a. b. martin

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Poem: Moments In The Sky

There exists in time Those beautiful few moments In the sky.   Where the timing is just right… The planets have aligned Those moments just before Day or night consumes.   There is the inhale Of the dawn Where the sun rises to greet The sky who waits in anticipation.   And the great exhale […]

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Poem: Next Memory.

Fixed on a future that can’t be ours, I’ll listen to my heart like a broken record And you’ll slip into the dusty horizon Where time and desire fade into intangibility… A dreamers love was always doomed. Doomed for heartache, Doomed for failure. You’ll pass out of sight but never Out of memory. I know […]

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Poem: Saturday Morning

Just be. Just be with me. Love me like a Saturday morning… Because what could be more pressing Than your lips against mine Hand in hand Leading me to nothing whatsoever. Look into my eyes Like there’s no where else You’d rather be. There we can get lost As the minutes turn to hours And […]

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Poem: Purple Sunsets

I’ve never chased men Only sunsets That’s how I knew… You were different from the rest. Whenever I encounter your soul I’m immersed in the same feelings Before only known from witnessing the exchange of The fiery sun bidding farewell to a sky Blushing in purple. I’ve never known another That wields such magic . […]

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Poem: Kryptos

i look for you hiding in my graveyard of secrets mud on my boots poison in my veins on the tip of my tongueΒ  like a cancerous song no luck no luckΒ  no luckΒ  am i scared or am i wrong the wind casts a dark spell all i find is my shadow i put […]

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Poem: Used To Be.

  All that is left Of my dreams of us Lays it’s limp neck off the noose Rope cutting in deep So deep I can nearly feel it myself. What once I treasured in my empty hands, This precious hope Now swings like a nightmare In the stinging wind– Property only of the gallows now. […]

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