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Unbound

I envisioned mushrooms today whilst walking the leaf-riddled streets to the neighborhood’s office supply store. Keeping that steady pace made me feel like a leaf flying through the wind. The mushrooms..ah yes, the mushrooms! I smelled their aroma as soon as I walked out the door. It locked itself in my nose. Soon enough, I drifted off into a mental state so deep that I almost toppled over when I reached a stone lying randomly on the concrete. The sun gleamed and I saw the world in a brilliant tint through my glasses. I say now, just give me my morning walks to feel unbound.

Just Her

Gazing nowhere noticably,
one comments
"Who are you thinking about?"
"Nothing . . ." I reply
A glare,
then its something. . .
A long steady gaze,
then comes my elusive attention span.
"No one . . ." I again reply

A stare into these pupil puddles -
then it's someone
"Just HER!" I admit.
The EYES steady and soften.
"She roams and invades my thoughts still."
I acknowledge my truth.
I longed for her and now . . .
she stays

She awaits my wake from slumber.
On ocassion she willfully invades dreams.
"Sweet, sweet thoughts of her . . ." I say
"Sweet dreams."

Why should I banish?
She lights and darkens,
the burden - more - becomes ever as sweet

"But . . ." interrupts one knowing one.
I continue, "She haunts. If only she were to actually taste something as sweet from the victim of her majesty . . ."

Intentional Infliction

My intentions
were not on scratching her.

It all happened
so quickly,
in July
when it snowed
in Africa.

I file my nails
in some jagged pattern
to potentially scar
the arrogant passer- by.

Then one defies. . .

and I watched as she clenched
her bleeding,
once perfected doll like face.

Legerdemain de Helena [Part 1]

She said to make the bed
but I find nothing wrong
with an unmade bed.

With my bed unmade,
I remember who lies there
and why.

I saw my autonomous aura lying there,
dusting the area with sand
that jades the unguided human.

I remember coping with society's etiquette
in which I did make the bed.
I overlooked my personal space
with disgust -
seeing the bed made,
lightly dusted.
I laid there and could not remember
who rested there.
Not even I belonged.

Legerdemain de Helena [Part 2]

I tend to the lectures of the disgrace,
the insecurity
I am forced to endow,
the speech
of a "majestic"
family member,
and the legerdemain
of myself.

Laying with unmarked prints
on my bed -
and SHE is my one and only
BELOVED!

My autonomous duplicate
who sleeps for me
while I rest
under the weight of them.

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