The tears of a clown
Evaporate on my cheek
Like lost ocean pearls

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The tears of a clown
Evaporate on my cheek
Like lost ocean pearls
© Bluecusp Creative 2019 – All rights reserved.
Idling under the tree of insanity
I linger a moment too long
Her tendrils slowly creep down
Envelope me and lull me to sleep
I dream of wild horses prancing
In the summer haze surrounded
By dandelions and dragonflies
Cavorting in open meadows
The lilac sky throbs, aching
To disperse its moisture
Waiting for a spark to ignite
And light up an electric night
A parliament of owls sit stoically
Above, observing the folly
Of my own impatient yearning’s
And rapacious desires
Melancholy inevitably creeps in
Like a billowing sea fog
Silence tumbleweeds a path
Toward the vertigo of isolation
Endless musings of otherness
Suffocate an inner stillness
Which would otherwise bring
Respite for the long journey ahead
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To hang from a tree by the light of an August moon
As the sturgeon flow gracefully upwards to spawn in a river of love…
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Forever searching
Always wanting to be sought
Fickle clouds pass by
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Walking through the labyrinths of my mind
Like a crystal maze, going back in time
Stories create fractals of light
Piercing the retina of my soul
I spent too long trying to be
Someone else’s friend
But now I’m remembering the friend
I left back home who held the keys
To portals where we could be wild and free
She gave me a chance to explore
The universe with fresh eyes
With her the stars shimmer
A golden radiance that could tame
Even the wildest oceans
But through her eyes
I realise I’m one such sea
Crashing endlessly on the black
Sands of volcanic beaches
Crushing myself into a fine powder
Ready to be poured back
Into somebody else’s hourglass
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He dressed himself in flowers,
While inside he was adorned with weeds.
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This sensitive soul
Tends to over-analyze
Time to lick my wounds
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If you jump I jump
Clouds only hold so much rain
Keep the fires burning
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