Tag: thoughts
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A Trance
I shuffle my boots, dancing behind ruffled golden hair. The floor taught me the beat, but a trance is out there. The music rolls on, as I walk past a drunk crowd. In two sections they stand, as loudness gets loud. I feel a long trembling; it’s something awry now spawned. Beguiled in this trance,…
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Cycle
I ride my bicycle down the concrete boulevard. Another full moon kisses the darkened heavens and I find a passenger to spend with me the night. Those first few hours, they always boom with a spark. Like a fully charged phone, the screen is always so bright when fresh light catches our gaze. I throw…
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Some Pixie Dust
There she is again, a person there but something more. Even unadorned, she strikes a chord, it almost feels like home. It’s hard to look away! I thought my feelings died some yesterday, But today, a feeling rises like them tides in that crystal bay. I remember being on that pirate ship, a hook in…
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Warmth!
Warmth! That’s how your presence felt, like fresh sunlight. And what skies I thought I seen, what clouds. Even the breeze had something to say. Those were the days of Wendy! Each step certain, like Jesus walking on water. And conviction blossomed like those flowers blooming in Anza Borrego fields. When food carts paraded down…
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Bodyaches
My body aches with the crack of time, Upturned, upended–the bending of the days. I lay here in quiet supine The grim news of a world in wait. Folded and handled, Like linen too white. They rock them their slave ship, Oscillating from fake left to far right. The deafest ears They come with the…
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Shoelaces in water
I dragged my shoelaces through water, wading in the shallows and the deep. For long I felt the weight of the rivers, in desperate wait like Pacey at the creek. The mud and foliage all foamed from drainage chutes, my chucks stained with the pain of two autumns past. I thought I tried, how i…
Writings by Samson Mousa 