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 Jun 2015 Haley Lorish
Wanderer
keeps me in a trance
somewhere between consciousness
and dreaming
I lay there
replaying every moment
        we spent together
reliving every sweet moment
        our bodies touched
and I still wonder
why I wasn't good enough for you
Chancellor
You gotta remember
that we're just
upright primates
full of fear,
pounding chest,
full of joy,
vicious in survival.
Small band of the Hand
clumping together,
increasingly clustering,
like fractal adolescence.
Fighting and *******;
Cuban Missile Crisis,
and Free Love Sixties.
Proof that solutions
for small Hand & Bobono
don't fit sullen temperament
of precious preteen.
 Jun 2015 Haley Lorish
Hannah Jo
His words said permanent, his words said stay.
His words described forever, lacing their way through my head and heart.
But in the end he was too free-spirited and transient--
he was just another vagabond seeking shelter in the crevice of my smile.
"Words are free. It's how we use them that may cost us."
 Jun 2015 Haley Lorish
Paul NP
A warmth awakens from a deep blue sea
displacing the water and shaping the breeze
my thoughts transcend above and beyond
my lungs compress to the impact of song

when your focus directs, a silence imbues
my chest fills up with a lack of you
and the feelings created are internally debated
when emotion springs color, a passion is weighted

my stomach indulges in feather proportions
and my actions resolve with weathers contortion
just exhale a sound to calm me down
your presence abiding; is love renown

now all that's left is this scripture of deity
my trust for you takes-way from anxiety

I'll see you soon, when you least expect it
when I confessed to you, I thoroughly meant it


"walk with me forever girl, this gift of heart will never be sold
our love is the rarest of alchemy, and our chemistry is worth more than gold"
Candle flames flicker

As life does so burn

Those lost to the abyss

Do rarely find return
The poem from the beginning of the final story in my short story collection 'The Tales of Paenitentia'
Snatching bats
in street lamp light
such a sight
for the sleepless
in the hollow night
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away from the .... Insanity

Of false love !

Child ... ( redeem !)

The nature of society and the world

//

With images

( soft and true )

Concerning .... Love

••

The very meaning of it

Has been stolen and debased

By MADNESS

( with all it's charms ! )

:/:

Come

Into the True  Wilderness

We will find each other there
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