As lines give way
See them fade, yellow to gray
Realize what is meant when people say
There are not enough hours in the day…
Always thought them fools;
Useless words – toys, not tools…
I did not know how they could feel that way.
As the smoke abounds,
Drifting in the air around
Silence breaks with drifting sound
Southern earth gives way to northern ground
Breathing, listening, moving in
A direction that allows; end to begin
Not lost; no wish to be found
These days, still mine
Though I find
Amethyst embedded in
All my time
All these lines
All my mind
That’s just fine
That’s quite alright
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
I can see a beautiful collection of your amethyst poems being published with gorgeous illustrations or photos… they are suberb.
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I would very much like to publish a small collection of poems… These would be a lot of fun to put into a very short illustrated book (perhaps alongside some other, similar poems). Thank you so much for the comments and the suggestion!
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I can really see it in my minds eye… Go for it…!
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Time dissolved in a teaspoonful of amethyst, injected into hungry veins by the needlepoint of keen desire; addiction guaranteed.
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Capsule career; crushed chewed; careful now.
Grow up, buck up, pull yourself up by
Bootstraps dangle dangerously over whirring blades of
Future without
Boa constrictors from the outside, boa constrictors from the inside
Better to burn out than to be
Put out, on ice, eyes wide but no light
Strung out or strung tight, tied right to
You, me, our past/history, destiny
If time is a drug, hook me up
Already cooked up, booked up
Look up, we already took up
Enough is enough of that stuff
Xanax in backpacks, pickups for when we feel rough
Give me a pocket watch and a wrist cuff
Fist up: held high; my, no, our time
Why try to live life like it wants to play nice
Like rerun Days of Our Lives
When we’re living Anne Rice, Wuthering Heights
When we all know it’s a wild ride
With short days and long nights
Live once, love/die many times
Keep alight for whats right, all else
Hindsight
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I take a bow to you!! This is outstanding! Wonderfully written! So beautiful! wow
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Thank you, Ana. I really appreciate that. It was a beautiful experience that inspired the writing, so that it was captured as such means a lot to me.
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