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Verdant

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The verdant L shape of lonely imbued with a hazy heart of ache criss-cross applesauce demure in the aftermath of sorrow tomorrow shout it out loud indelible paint splattered on the walls of my empty pocket soul In the remaining of light the reminder’s silhouette is a dark beauty bend my will and contort to form the verdant L shape of lonely tattooed with 50 words for mistake when the adhesion fails to take what is a lonely to do I beseech you to mend my truth I have lost the togethers apart from the forevers and settled into all of … Continue reading Verdant

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Lucid

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Enveloped, and cresting the dusk of dawn the palace is ancient there are only shadows of ghosts in residence clinging to the false sun above my bed they sometimes whisper nonsense to hear only our answers’ pentameter The thieves mock us in their debutante finery I cannot find the tears for you forever is but a sliver of an instant in the eyes of a god the truth is a fraction of an epic on the tongue of a devil I often wonder what he sees, lost count of the times I have heard others tell his tale our lives … Continue reading Lucid

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Something Beautiful

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I wanted to make something beautiful… avatar of dragon bone Celtic sworl-painted warrior adorned with cold starlight stare of purest water out of night sword bare statuesque goddess of Greek proportion portrait of love so vast blooming roses painful, profane I wanted to touch something beautiful fumbling naked fingers unworthy buckling harness to steed that should never be mounted As free as thought upon the canvas of naiveté and youth I wanted to see something beautiful majestic Merlin opus of majic mellifluous articulation of perfect runic song echoing in the chambers of every beating heart thrumming in time to the … Continue reading Something Beautiful

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bending low

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  bending low it’s all the thoughts I cannot express talking slow the words you are forming have no meaning there’s no weight speaking in zero gravity undertow all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday late nights of no tomorrow summer kissing and bottled lightning sweet nothings and keg parties mushrooms and marijuana dust under my fingernails smelling of mesquite and bourbon when did we die? I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say waiting for it now bending low, gravel pressing through … Continue reading bending low

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Cut and Seen

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Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

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Hunting Huntress Hunted

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Wolves winding into wind wanting wild wants Introductions precede the calamity Moving away from my ancestral haunts a discovered lone path inspiring temerity I wandered into your wood a prize beyond measure the chase was understood wise to your distance by your steaming breath your shine may have struck me dumb and deaf with my one good eye I hunt you boldly my body may stumble blindly but my shadow stalks slowly By the rise of the sun you will be mine with the barrel of my gun I will taste of your wine I know you think that you … Continue reading Hunting Huntress Hunted

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Lingering Shadows

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I linger in shadow course by stone Norse winter snow-white tangible thoughts she brings weep, o weep for us a pallor mortis crosses crowded feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade a scar upon my face in measure I linger in shadow you know my name but I do not seek your hand you are not mine to claim wilden beasts of yore fallen have I seen travail in many travels victory and honor have suffocated me, dulled my spear brought ruin upon my sunlight it all falls away softly litany of solace written in sandstone collars of gold make lovely bindings … Continue reading Lingering Shadows

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Pallidus

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Burn Pallidus forces Traces of baseless mean places of ruined dream Drawing on the habits Habitually gracing dystopia Will you have what it takes To murder the mystery Or will you die mysteriously as well as the others have? Brothers in arms cause harm To the crushing gaze of God Samael and Michael Devour themselves in flames Of azure and plutonium The eye of Jupiter is opening All that he sees is red The living engage in a horrible embrace With the dying and the half-dead Participate in the morning prayers greasing the gears of the human race All gathered … Continue reading Pallidus

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Gestalt

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Grasping convolutions anything will do really corrugated steel rictus pulls at corners a shadow play in ritual dusk down another glass of slow derision at the nearest watering hole wondering how and why I am unholy reconcile I’m alone with the pictures we both inhabit I could not hold the fire so now I choke on smoke and bathe in ashes my breath stinks of rebellion my words are heavy and low, lo unto tomorrow riveting the compunction to depart the now the how and when of it matter little respond to extinguish the embers of my love, of your … Continue reading Gestalt

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Middle of Now/here

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We’re in the middle of my mind everywhere I look all these people talk talk talk talk talkin aware of the noise but deaf to the beat the feeble din bounces around this hole I’m stranded in in a state of waiting to begin whisper at the yelling syllables weighed down on my tongue like a sun the picture fills the black with non sequitur evoking rituals a candle struggles to illuminate  the middle of my mind repercussions of all the things I can no longer hear the hands of time have wiped away the scenery Alas, and lo, and hark feel the … Continue reading Middle of Now/here