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In visions of madness come Famine and fortunes Praises or beliefs Manifested before relief Images appear to haunt By suggested eccentric wants Unable to stall what they show Still making themselves known Surviving with cupboards bare Slaves worship what is not there Striking poses intended to seem How ordinary would have been Traversing halls of walking dreams Chivalry arrives yet unperceived Creating doors of zeal to open Just upon a mild approaching Without reason clear as vision Madn...

Love is like an artist At work on his masterpieces Created with illustrious precision Inviting each of us to become Subjects by an inspired welcome Applying his care and efforts Lover’s hearts stay connected To any scene that they choose While his steady hand of might Inspires hues of shadow and light He can use what time Apart may even hide Blending the colors on his palette To match an individual’s beauty In honor of his technique and style Showing more than words could ...

Nineteen Bridges over a Field 1. This untraceable field In quiet mire Raised by a mild sun  With rich heritage Forlorn Unsown Bare as feet treading Beside open highway On a long escape Crossing the mind Through unassuming form Knowing little more Than what has been Simplified by its age Changed to believe  It is just property Beside the music playing And tragedys forgotten In shifting climates To change some day A...

Mid afternoon. One job; two radios.   One waits for the morning, whispering to it’s heartache in the dead of night. Romantics gossip over what strange means to them? Opera; music lessons; underwear; lingerie; the Holidays; and then, “Coming soon to public radio; Aristotle!” Thinking of her, the power goes out; change either begins at home, or ends without radio? Burning out in a library, reading notes about sudden euphoria, the court is adjourned. Work begins, again...

Todays wanderlust may become Tomorrows epoch.