Bubble

Bubble

Frozen moments in time

Reach liquid form combusting

They explode into the present

With scents and senses reeling

A thread is ripped from time and space

It pulls the pattern out of weave

The slightest breeze untangles it all

And forces us to believe

In higher powers that control our lives

In fates and presence foreboding

To doubt is to no longer be alive

The past is fast eroding

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TOILM

TOILM

The crisp cold scent of morning,

As the steam rises from my mug.

My hands embracing

The one I love most.

No longer interested in coffee

My strength comes from somewhere new,

We rise and fall,

To the beat of our hearts,

Gently,

Then more rapidly,

Stars explode,

And a cup of coffee

Sits,

Cooling on a windowsill,

Forgotten

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Broken Barriers

Sometimes creating a barrier

Is the only way to remove it

The lack of ability to respond

Creates the ability to truly give in

To the deeper emotions

To the inner animal

To the wonton

Waiting to explode

Release from prison

Helps in knowing

What lies beneath

A surface barely scratched

A deeper meaning

Waiting to be explored

Is all that’s left