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    guardians

    decadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreamshidden between nightmares and poppiessewing yourself into my realityforsaken ghoul, blotting out the lightwith whispers on the windsthe restless spirits watch youthen tell me your liesindiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dineinside you sorrow...

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    • thank you graciously dearrest Damian ❤️

    • Imagination, makes for good books and paper scratching. Many of the great writers used pens with teeth that bit into the soul.

      • hello dearerst Adagio my imagination can get me in trouble but I have to express myself the way the muse presents herself I hope no one takes it personal… thank you my friend for accepting this dark write ❤️

    • Your a talented writer Brenda! Such detail and precision. Great work here!! xoxxo

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    Apache Moon

    As I spread out my bedroll
    atop the high mesa,
    the aroma of pine and pinon
    surround the air
    and sear the rabbit
    roasting over the open flame.

    As I settle into the bedroll,
    and looking skyward, I
    am greeted by the infinity
    of glittering stars,
    and the rising Apache Moon.

    As the legend goes,
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  • City Peace

    The wind howls through my window

    The fire truck siren blares down the street

    The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound

    The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards

    Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

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    • The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt🌹

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    City Peace

    The wind howls through my window The fire truck siren blares down the street The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

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    • Background noise as a lullaby.
      I totally get it.

    • Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.

    • Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Home sweet home.. Appreciate you, Cuz.

      Damian

    • It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.

    • That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.

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