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I wish for some clamber
even as I long for peace
I am an arctic storm
of aquatic amber
drowning the
very sands of the mid east
contradiction lingers
to become
my middle name
share a cup of life
or two with me
and watch as
the promises each
begin to wane
I am at best a cryptic laugh
regret's very own
bitter joy
too many destroyed ports
I have leisurely walked away from
drift wood scattered
on the outskirts of a slum
broken remnants
lay behind me
useless to the now
like a child's shattered toy
Norah Jones would be proud
of my simple lyrics sewn
battalions would play drums
trumpeting who had won
and mirrors all
would be broken
in my image
as bad luck
like blood
would drip from the wall
of
' A Sacrificed Yesterday'
shedding the skin of my wounds
I sit thankful
knowing that harmful moments of
the past
truly cannot contaminate
even a fringe upon the skirt
of what matters to me the most
on this quietly dull and desolate day
you in all your aged beauty
exceeding the sum of all your parts
through your tireless affections
perpetually put on for me
in such avid display.......
(Jan.l 12, 2011 609am)