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The clouds came rolling in one

                                      Stormy day

To take the foothills' view away.

What I got instead

Has me seeing red.

THE CUTTING WIND

The cutting wind,

The sailboard with its sail

Filled full wind, cutting the gale 

In two!

GRADED DEGREE

UP THE

The ashen mist, an imposter of fog,

Canvassed the valley.

The trees, silhouettes of green-black,

Gently sway in the morn's mist.

A beleagured hoop, abandoned, stands alone

In the Londonesque atmosphere.

The sun, rising cautiously, from the east,

The wind cannot make up its mind, this day,

                              Which way it wants to blow.

It moves the green grasses' blades to and fro.

The blades of green sway one way

I dected the aromatic essence and injested its

tranquilizing effect.

The titillation exalted me among the clouds and

Left me to personify my thoughts.

Wrapped in the soothing mist of the clouds about me,

I contemplated my intoxication.

The effects were everything I had been looking for in

In the crystal orb of the future,

The past becomes clear,

The present insecure,

                A melodic overture

                   In a blur,

                A fractured tablature.

The frets--

     Play the tune!

 The night came upon the traveler as though

It were the shadows of a cornoner.

In the stillness of the alleys and the streets, the

Eeriness left its lampblack mist about the air.

The calm unleashed pent up excitement, blood

Flowing as though it were abreast a thoroughbred

Coming down the home stretch.

THE TALLEST MOUNTAIN I'VE HAD TO CLIMB,

HAS BEEN CONTAINED WITHIN MY MIND.

THE PAIN, ENCOMPASSING, BEYOND INTENSE,

EVER PRESENT, NOT SUBJECT TO PRETENSE.

THE LIGHTENING BOLTS OF SUFFERANCE, MAIGN,

PIERCING MY FRAGILE STATE OF MIND,

THROBBING, AGONIZING, CONTINUED GRIND.