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Submission
© June 13, 2000 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Serene Rays once weave a chilling void Misty shadows chariot the glowing light Apollo’s charm cloak his dark desire

Episode
© January 15, 2000 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Quite sometime has come to pass, Since words have flowed to rhyme. I started writing as a gas, Sometimes just to pass the time. It’s not that the words were long forgotten, Or were never to be found The words were always available to me, But I would hardly be around. I kept with the […]

Lightning Strikes Twice
© January 17, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Like a funnel cloud towering over your head, Like a funeral march, a prayer for the dead, I will be back to reign blood over you. So you intend to cut me, with the sterile edge of a knife. Or maybe you wish to do something that may end my life. If you didn’t already […]

As Real As Real Is
© January 10, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Silence, as I listen for her whisper. Shhh, as I hear for her wonderful call. I hear her voice, my heart jumps into euphoria. Listening to her every word, my mind follows softly- And in awe, I slip into a new dimension of celestial reality.

Sea Breeze
© January 10, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Somber summertime silenced Sobering thoughts of yesterdays fantasies Sequence secret silhouette Showering sinister sureality Scarves scurry secret seals Stiff skiff sews shallow seas So soon shall we.

My Flower
© January 4, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The untamed fields of flowers, Much like those of the wild gardens of Eden With its sacred fruits and aphrodisiacs, Not to be picked likely. The early morning dew carefully caresses the earth, Like the gentle touch of a man and a woman. The full moon passes way to the rays of things to come.

A Dose of Time Pieces
© July 23, 1989 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

To seek the truth of reality – I chose to let my mind flee To envelop such knowledge – I fly to another frame As the time slips through the sands – I begin to laugh Another time – from a different fabric of my mind Another place – like a still photo from a […]

Growth
© November 10, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

If you should ever want to succeed You must leave your teacher And improvise.

Eye to Eye with Fate
© October 10, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Upon the beach, the waves had come to meet. Through the clouds, the mourning sun hit the dock. There, I sat upon the towering rocks. I, then, stood up to climb a few more feet. And as I climbed, my hands began to slip. Something began to drip upon my hair, I was shocked: Why […]

Headache Depression
© May 9, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I’m trapped in a corner, Locked to the walls of my mind Time seems long, As if it stood still Along beside me I’m trying to escape the chains that bind, But the chains are too strong. Trying to escape, but I don’t, For fear that the chains will tighten And pull against the walls […]