When I was younger, I feared mirrors and darkness.
I feared the characters from horror films and the mutations they could harness.
I kept my head above the covers so I could witness my fated farewell.
Yet all I ever saw was the refute of my imagination’s creatures from hell.
We met during the race, and I slowed my pace to talk.
But running turned to walking, and we both reached a halt.
We regressed and recurred back to classical autonomy.
The Devil won this stretch, and I’m at a loss in my spiritual odyssey.
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Life like a tree
With out love is like
a with out blossom.
With out understanding
love is uncomfortable,
With love life is beautiful.
Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......
The dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett.
I'm sad. I make horrible sentences.
A woman alone in the park waves. The water.
The dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett.
Put down the cell phone. I'm sad. The waves.
The horrible staring. A woman alone
in the park. Waves. The leaves. Leaves
along in the park. I'm staring. The
dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett. I'm sad.
Put down your cell phone. A wave.
......
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......
Arousing horridly hatred breeds aching sorrowful grief,
Words massacred every breath down the diaphragm.
Eyes plunge stinging tears down the bloodshot sclera,
Frigid fills with your muffled cries of mellifluous voice.
Limbs turning numb sans hurling hazardous venom,
Crawling to her like a microbe searching its genome.
Our deafening cries engulfed the infirmary chamber,
Overwhelming with misery, weeping angels flew apart.
She gushed blood for in love, hidden spirits envied us,
......
When I was younger, I feared mirrors and darkness.
I feared the characters from horror films and the mutations they could harness.
I kept my head above the covers so I could witness my fated farewell.
Yet all I ever saw was the refute of my imagination’s creatures from hell.
We met during the race, and I slowed my pace to talk.
But running turned to walking, and we both reached a halt.
We regressed and recurred back to classical autonomy.
The Devil won this stretch, and I’m at a loss in my spiritual odyssey.
......
I don't know
How I will win your trust again
Tell me how
I going to win your
Respect for me
Tell me
Why I hate your guts
Especially when you neg me to death
I hate every minute of it
You say you will never forgive me
......
In love's embrace, a delicate dance,
Self-respect and ego, a subtle trance.
One uplifts, the other, a heavy chain,
Knowing the difference, a heart must gain.
Self-respect, a gentle, yet firm stand,
Valuing one's worth, in a loving land.
It speaks up, yet listens, too,
Seeking understanding, in all we do.
......
It’s 3 am Mama,
mama I woke up
to the
footsteps
thudding
around
the door again.
Please don’t leave
no Mama don’t.
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