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Love
By Trevor Phillips

Love is not easily defined
This four letter indites symbolism is extensive
It reaches internally for an explanation
Initially understood after it’s extinguished
Either intimately or expirationaly
Love is not easily defined
Its postmortem prevalence is preordained
Privy to personal prefiguration
I prelect to prevent premature
Preposterous presumptions…proceed preemptively
Love is not easily defined.

Mother
By Trevor Phillips

Mother
How this pond holds the moon on its surface
Shaking it slightly
As to brag of its capture
Witnessing these Godly interactions
Opens one’s mind
To the intimate vastness
When the breeze flips the leaves
Upside down on the trees
It’s to warn all the birds
Time to leave for the storm
How the dandelion thinks
It’s a child of the sun
As they mimic each other
Until the sunset is done
What a gift we’ve endowed
What a gift

Teleport
By Trevor Phillips

Strolling through the prison yard.
And he closes his eyes.
Letting the luminous sun star
Wash over his restless face.
Every breath he intakes
Moves him further from this place.
The scent of wind gusts
Reminds him of indigenous lakes,
Jumping off docks,
Or cliff high rocks,
Suspended in air
For lengths of time
Seemingly impossible.
Getting lost in this hell
Might not seem plausible
But to expand the mind
You’ll have to hurdle
Some obscene obstacles.
In the darkness
Behind his eyelids
All dreams are possible.

State of Dreams
By Trevor Phillips

What sneaks in the room at night
But the last hour’s moonlight,
Aiming to soothe
With its creamy blue dew.
Whispers of serenade
Internally played
Dispersing through the static body
Quite like a plague
The pure proclivity
Of neural activity
Takes the psyche to a realm
Imploring affiinity.

Justice
By Trevor Phillips

Justice’s blind eye
Puts her finger on the scale.
The mass storage of
Human flesh and bones
It’s far too lucrative
To play fair.
Never mind, the soaked pillows
And cries, left by
The fatherless child
With puffy eyes,
Feeling immense emptiness inside.
Here, they hand our sentences
Like prescriptions,
And wonder why convicts
And addiction
Go hand in hand
Causing such affliction.

Summer Nights
By Trevor Phillips

Pink and purple skies glide
Quaintly over the horizon
Right before fruit bats explore
For their nightly adventure.
There’s a ten minute window
When the wilderness goes mute.
This is peak perfection
In the constant blessing of summer nights.
The day’s rays evaporate
From the landscape,
Massaging the crisp air
With waves tentacles,
Then darkness falls, giving call to the frogs and all
To sing to the stars
Evermore exponentially

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