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Sight Unseen

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Dreams beholden to the dreamer,
concluding in silvery wrappers
of pleasing thoughts and screamers,
that elude the most crafty schemers.
Could you believe sight unseen
no picture on television screens
capturing moments in between
here and movement of star beams?
Stellar movements go to extremes;
gravity reigning ultimately supreme
in satisfaction of physics schemes
universal models showing scenes.
Could you have seen faithful times
images moving through telephone lines
in infinite binary and cosmic designs
that colluded into primitive signs?
Night skies fill with light shows anew;
scientific minds fly to the rescue,
dancing in atmospheric retinue,
and explaining wonder to continue.
Could you know sight unseen
construction in minute teams,
galaxies building millions of means
in math and physics inside dreams?
Could live sight unseen in ambivalence
of the hyperspace happenstance
in fiction’s fantasy and science?
Could sight unseen give a chance?
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016

The Girl That Glowed

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She doesn’t quite understand
why others would growl demands
that she think like they do.
Would they if in her shoes?
Glowing from the afterthought
she never knew how to stop.
They want her to believe like they do
labeling her an ignorant fool.
She is the girl that glowed
an emblem heaven bestowed.
Close your weary eyes and feel
her glowing love now revealed.
College brought her around
to visions beyond the crowd.
Her mind expanded another view
that life was much more continued.
She is the girl that glowed
celestial gifts now behold.
See beyond this limited hold
and feel what she’s been told.
Nature’s daughter builds her life
without hate, famine, or strife.
Understand the gift she now holds
and receive love from the girl that glows.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016

Reasons

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Please don’t speak to me
about the lacking possibilities.
Please don’t tell me I’m wrong
when I play my own song.
Do you know my name
could be spoken the same?
I don’t want your reasons
in any of the given seasons.
I don’t need to hear your reasons
for your life you’ve been pleasing.
It seems I’m waiting for the fall,
not really making sense of it all.
Yesterday slips further away
while living for each new day.
Will you see my hurried way
or taste Autumn’s next stage?
I don’t need to hear it anymore;
your reasoning’s going out the door.
I don’t need your varied excuses
and your reasoning of dying muses.
Build up your wall of resistance
that holds on to my persistence.
Can you see my vision’s reason
or will I tumble into teasing?
Could you understand my given reason?
Could you estimate the season?
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016
Written November 14th, 2016

Hop Aboard

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Hop aboard; let’s go for a ride.
Take me to the other side
of reality. It’ll jive out wide
if you brought your stride.
Take a look at my smile,
If you can stop a while.
It wouldn’t hurt your style
to move along for just a mile.
Hop aboard this instance of love;
you can ascend or rise above
your reality. It won’t take a shove
if you fit it like a glove.
Dream of me in this moment
a blip in time so solvent
that escapes the evolving present.
It’ll move to transcendence.
Hop aboard the giving heart,
that evades without being torn apart
in this reality. It’s stealthy in part
like an ever swimming shark.
Fill me with ever present glee,
a part of your proud history.
Stories spread of the mythology
of when your sincerity came to me.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016
Written September 22nd, 2016

Changing Minds

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Spilling out softly into the night air
the instant I stopped, standing there.
My mind on dreams of worlds aloft
brushed against my mind so soft.
I flitted, struggling within its grasp,
feeling an audible constant gasp.
The virus seeped into my pores,
imprisoning my mind within a gore.
Changing minds the virus spread,
an alien plot, appearing dead.
Changing cells and changing minds
a servant of alien design.
Creatures from another world
subservient to their given word.
The hive mind took its slave
forcing all to follow and behave.
The virus spread among the masses
killing most in many classes.
Those immune to the germ
became specimens like worms.
Changing minds to conquer a world,
extraterrestrial in a word.
Changing the planet to honor the hive
not many will survive.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2006
Written June 20th, 2016

Magic Mirror

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Innocently I happened upon it,
the bee in everyone’s bonnet.
Stealing glances through the haze,
it pulled on life through that gaze.
Siphoning off true diligence
it lies to your intelligence.
Magic mirror in ornate frames
never really appearing the same.
I asked for truth in my days
without any hidden sway.
It showed me dullard forms
without a wish to conform.
The truth is it lied to masses
while asking, demanding passes.
Lying images showed for years
buying life through shed tears.
Magic mirror in glazed wood
always stealing life as it would.
I asked for life in my way
it showed death in its sway.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016

She Closed Her Eyes

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She closed her eyes to dream a while
of her trip traveling a few miles.
Willing herself to remember her pain,
she couldn’t see the memories retained.
She touched her arms; her skin relived
the moment when her life was hers to give.
Feeling the memories start to flow now,
she held her breath slowing it somehow.
Tears welled in her clamped, closed eyes.
Can you really begin to sympathize?
She lost her love in the early morn
of the day, week, month, or year before.
She rallied on as she’s always done,
memories are those songs unsung.
Could you pose this question new?
Would you be able to continue?
Coming onto thirty years
she squashed all of her fears.
Will you walk a mile in her shoes
after 7 decades alive on through?
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2016
Written June 27th, 2016
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