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A quiet night blankets the soul As cities turn to ash And my glass remains full Late in the day’s shadows – A steady rain within Sweeps away the cries of family, Whether near or far In the worldwide hellfire – The full weight of nightfall Presses out precious phantoms Leaving daydreams void Without the…
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Let the children play their games Before you turn the world to cinders, Before the blue skies choke With the plumes of your anguish – Before your waves of iron Drown out their sweet songs Let them soar feather-light Above the carnage you bring – Leave them out of your war cries Your frontline…
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Moving Even while I’m at rest, There’s a tremor in my stomach, A haze billowing in my skull A storm surging through my veins – Quivering, And boiling alive in agitation, Tempos rage in my chest Rattling the bars to their cage – Even if I’m far away From all horror and hardship The heart’s…
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These days I cannot budge free From the closed vise of grief From the stone I’ve crawled under Braced for impact in the dark – Love songs and sonnets Are scrubbed clean from the heart And only soothing hymns Visit now and then – These days I’m far away Alone and burning to ring…
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My bedroom is filled to the ceiling With the earth’s dead weight With the harvest of full lives Frozen in pose – Their colors grow dull Behind plastic frames Giving the last of their light To this scrapyard of reveries – Gone are the rushing moments Of gilded eyesight, When precious lumber and stone…
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There is freedom In never needing to hurry As time swiftly drains Through clamoring hands – There’s a clear window pane Within that slothful dream, A view of snow-capped hills Above fire swept plains Ruled by thirst – There is beauty Sold only On our side of the rock To the few fine royals…
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The morning tremors return To my scarred body’s embrace, Stalled before the cliffside And the ocean’s roar – The dark water’s laughter Only draws me inside From an old shore of comforts To unravel with the damned – Never too far down shore Over the dunes and bluffs I return to home’s heights Where idle…
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Elusive fables and charms Sail from the evening sun In burning volleys Tinged with gold – They are the ill-fated phantoms That arc out of reach Bragging of a new life As they fall into the earth – They are the passages of the lost Falling to be reclaimed, I tear them up…
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Stairwell sermons Return to me in the predawn dark As an oasis afire With golden light – These visions float on With long lost faces Their voices resounding With drunken affection – As grandfather preaches His towering fables Each precious word sung Given a life of its own – Down the stairwell again…
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A truce With myself at last In the impossible silence, Time to clear out the ruins Before the night flames red – A truce The words ring bittersweet from my tongue, As I brace for the shatter Of civility’s spell – A truce In this mire of my own design To recover friends lost…
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