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Tanka: Uprooted Mind.. A Quick Note: More words are coming, I promise... Stream of Consciousness: A Dark Day.. Tanka: Quest #1..
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Tanka: Uprooted Mind
Rainy dusk arrives,
An evening of tremors come
to a brain not bound
by earthly structures.
Visited by dreamless lights,
and uprooted thoughts.
Filed under: Art, Creative Endeavors, Poetry, Tanka 
A Quick Note: More words are coming, I promise.
Hello all you wonderful people. I just want to note that I realize that’s it’s been a while since I posted something on Your Predator and I apologize. The only excuse I have is that life had gotten in the way.
Writing can at many times be quite difficult for me, a time-consuming art-form, not only [...]
Stream of Consciousness: A Dark Day
An enlightened night brought dreams of dark days under the desert sun. Times do not come when called, and the thirst builds to an apex of desire. Ride the sand, the reaper instructs. And a dance is summoned; my feat fly to the inviable song. Spots jump in my eyes. A scream is called [...]
Tanka: Quest #1
Time brings longing and
distress for the missing, gone
into the wild.
To the seeker comes treasure
and the quest brings fulfillment.
Posted in Creative Endeavors 
Two Tankas of dust
Time lost to the sun,
the world seems warprd by ancent
glass and small quivers.
Memories rush to fill
life’s desertion to the sand.
Life in the dark shines,
but a life in hot light thirsts,
Longing under heat,
and visions of moist vistas,
turned to dust on inspection.
Posted in Creative Endeavors 
Story: The Song of Ximena Aljibe Part #2 . . . #WesternWednesday
The Song of Ximena Aljibe Part #1 can be found here.
What does your soul sing when the sparrows fly west?
What hope does the desert eagle bring?
What sleeps in the nest?
What songs do the coyote sing?
A dread mist fills the streets and alleys. A fog of sloth brought by wrath; the dark man brings vengeance [...]
Tanka: Tankas of Discord (or Birth of a Muse)
Light from the fire
of the golden apple seed
planted in ripe fields
on the flood plains fertilized
and fed from the river Styx.
Dancing with delirium,
Elysian fields soured,
Dreams of vile filth,
Deconstructions waking eye,
Sophia held by thick chains;
Born from the lotus,
and fathered by the logos,
she swam in waters
of the ethereal joy,
beached by creations left hand.
On the silver sands,
her spirit sings [...]
Tankas: Three Tankas of a Deserts Rage . . . #WesternWednesday
Rage filled pale gray eyes
and his hate brought destruction,
To the desert towns,
Each step on the trail grows sage,
’till the sun sets and life starts.
But in the empty
waists and nightmare visages
of the deep visions
lost in the stars of heaven,
falling into reborn souls . . .
The lost are now found;
belonging to forgotten
badlands of lost youth,
You [...]
Tanka: Gray Eyes
Before pale gray eyes,
Stands the heart of the desert,
dust blown and barren,
but holding the hidden life,
in the shade of a small stone.
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Poem: Melting
Screams from inside
and the ice melts
with the heat of terror,
and turmoil of the mind
bringing flashes and sparks
to the spinning world,
and lost thoughts.
A hidden wonder,
when the fire springs into vision,
the spirit lifts above,
then falls,
slamming the body in a fit,
and visions consume,
giving birth to the word,
and falling astral peaches.
To the world,
understanding lacks,
only to crush the heart,
but inspire [...]
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