the winds of ghosts called –

 they told of where they had been

not where they yet went!


the UK was just hit by storms and flooding; I’m pretty sure that this was the remnants of Superstorm Sandy. Despite believing I knew where they had come from, I had not really thought about their destination beyond our island. Here’s hoping that Scandinavia didn’t take it too hard.

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lightning’s ap-peal

the thund’rous storm snaps

to reality

the dreamer awakening …

a nightmare scenario


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speaking in tongues

oh fie, miss, you must not kiss

and tell – the thunder!


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from source to soul

detoxify the mirage –

a matrix of lies


each train ride –

a tourniquet of boredom

constricting my heart


character review:

a blank personality –

my poker face


descrying this world

conscientiously objecting

to normalcy


methods twist –

where darkness falls – reason lies

invoking nature


earth, water, air … fire!

fingers twist conjuring shapes

transforming futures


bitter thoughts attack

 inaction’s utter violence –

the calm in my eyes


the mundane facade

before it is unleashed

prepare for the storm


feel the pressure wave:

smell the rain before it falls –

hear the gust – it comes!


sliding doors open

silently disappearing

the calm of the night


this thread I walk –

this tangled web:

where dost it lead?


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