Kenneth cruz

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Dreams In Vapor
I sit cloud gazing Water vapor taking forms To see or perceive
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The Final Check-In
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” That’s the strange rule the host emphasized when he accepted the last minute airbnb booking at midnight.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Horror
Infinity Disolved
Millions of snowflakes Each fragile, unique, distinct Conform, bind, or melt
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Bewitching Moon…
Bewitching gold moon Held in your spell, still I wait Like love, gone by dawn
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Shimmering Moon
A shimmering moon Unreachable like my goals Still I reach for both
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The Door Beyond The Pearly Gates…
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s what the angel told me when I first crossed over. He floated with majestic grace, as we passed through pearly gates. A lush land with food, fruits, wine, and beautiful lakes.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Horror
Starless Sky…
Not a star in sight A blank sky greets teary eyes Empty like my heart
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Paradox of the Sun
The sun sustains life Burning bright and giving warmth But get close and melt
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Sullen Sunset
Sunset hits my eyes Always Your favorite time Too late for goodbyes
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Looking in the eye…
Ferocious rain falls Natures wrath or act of man Either way just pray
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Lingering Mist
Cold air leaves a mist memories dance like a tryst With each chill your missed
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, it’s the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets