First Smoke, Then Mirrors



Mist as incense rises

before the dawning sun,

each wave aglow

with his light


As slowly the sun

ascends higher,

every tidal pool

inlet and bay

all creeks and streams

image his face of fire.

-saiom shriver-



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-saiom shriver-

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Cows and chinchillas

find a world mean and chilly

in the fur stores and the

con carne chili.


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Immersed in fog

in the lily'd bog

live polliwogs

before they're frogs


In Italian woods

goes Francis unshod

on the path

to oneness with God


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Anything which kills

little bug beings

can accumulate

to kill big beings.

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When raindrops

fall down

they sometimes

leave crowns

as the descent

of grace

does fearfulness



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Blind love~realized disguise~rap of life~line~time

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..


money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!


while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.


I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..


blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.


sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unusual of me, but I was really feeling some rap music today... & felt inspired. so here's the product. not that great but it speaks for me.



A walk in the dark; feels immense, never ending

Those days when the wind whispers lullabies gently

Engulfed in his thoughts, trees carry him off

The wood guides him to an obscure place in the fog


Surreal yet ominous; what it feels to linger here

Best not hamper the placidness, or be caught unaware

He winds upon a majestic tree and stops to stare

Realizing in awe how grand it really must be out there

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Foggy Night

Walking down the street on a foggy night
Living in a world so dim with so little light
It's as shrouded as my future seems
And even quieter than my dreams

So foggy here, nothing can be seen
Like a world created from a movie screen
It's quiet here, calm and dark
No people talk, no dogs bark

The street lights are now glowing balls
The fog enclosed streets are like dark halls
Extending a little into the night
Until they are faded out of sight

On this night it's so cold outside
As I wonder what the darkness may hide
Dark creatures with glowing eyes?
People with hearts as black as the skies?

On this night I can't see far
Can't see the light of moon or star
Foggy night, what mysteries do you hold
In the dark and shrouded cold?

This night so still, there is no breeze
To swirl the fog, or sway the trees
And as I walk I hear no sound
Save my footsteps upon the ground

Yet in the dark, there's clarity
Which gives the light by which to see
I now know no matter how foggy the future seems
Like this night, it's full of dreams

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this after taking a walk on a very foggy night, and I wanted to convey all my thoughts and feelings on the walk.

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Despite the tiny hands
drawing faces and writing names.
The frost covered window
manages to cloth itself
in a new layer of fog
on a cold rainy day.
Closing out sight
from the outside world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm back. Let's do this. Go re-read it and think about it some more. Lazy bastard.

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The fog descends
On drifts of air

It sits patiently
Over city and town.

Stays for the day,
Then disappears.

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