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demand of him,
junk composer, to
dazzle her,
capture wild passions


paint electric life;
smear bold sounds in surreal colors;
never use white -
scream every blue green purple, feel glorious
music


as she must
model mad impressionist metaphors
or a raw psychedelic masterpiece nude

no drug will best
live joy

~Haven Vanhatalao.-

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I've been tired, dear,
drear and weary but winningly
so, sunny disposition hard-won
over years shining through clouds
of ashrain and thunder,
nary a break but always
living for my own sake.

Although it's no secret that..

He talks to himself;
not so much a narration, but
a constant companionable,
conscience-courted commentary
of life as it lays, likened
to the limerick-lives of those
who are living and not yet undone.

~Haven Vanhatalao.-

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Node
~Haven Vanhatalao




like oil and water
twisted and misted
wound the clock
time is slip-ticking
there's not a beggar to weep on
nor a slate for solace



the world is receding as you please
every mindless madness-maced man
is praying on his knees
gateway between love and death is



as dense as a london fog
let the will o the wisp lead you betwixt
thine treasonous garden, flower
omission and sedition are king of this court



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Tryst
~Haven Vanhatalao




a caress
a kiss
a press of lips

drawing a wet line
 across your wrist
a flicker -- you
 shudder
a breathy, breathless
 whisper;
you writhe, at that
 promising touch
before your eyes flutter
 back
muscled moisture throws
 your head back again
and you feel a hot breath
 of life wash across your skin

  Dark promises lay in your eyes --
  You gasp, heavy with passion and lust, contralto voice
  Assuring you both that your body's already
   Made it's choice.


(if wanting this is a sin ...)
     (i'll never tell.)

                       (let's begin.)


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So inspire me, darling, and we'll devil-dance this night away, word by word by wordplay.
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