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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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What will I become? Not the man uprooted from their hearts? When a father stops singing And a mother’s soft words Ebb and flow through a dream – Who will I defer to Not the idols they carved? When sisters turn to their worlds And slip over the horizon? – How will I draw…
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The bite of cold metal Breaks the skin, I flood the vial in red And it’s for my own good When my polluted heart races – The grey morning’s fade fast Inside this sterile machine, Crushed within its whirring parts Bearing a soulless sheen – Tapped out by noon When the lab has had its…
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A melodic shroud encircles me When the day falls empty, On an orbit that thieves And melts away time – The will to escape Joins in its swift demise In the heart of her melody, In her raven-black beauty – I greet her ghostly chords And they carry me forward Across the night’s widening…
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Memories are wrecked then rearranged By a heart-sick son, Wearing the full weight of silence In the shell of a kitchen – Its pristine body Chimes the same weary songs As his worn poloroids, Filled with throngs of ghosts – The soul of Sunday morning’s Still resounds in the walls Beneath the colorless world He…
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Consumed in the furious rhythms Of their smoldering youth My melodies defy them In their quiet moments – When they’ve run low on chatter When they’re swollen from bragging When they’ve fallen for themselves They’ll reach down into the static – When my hymns and offerings Are all lost in their tempests Only then they’ll…
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The only way out Is through the scarred and desolate hills, Browned by the summer And bristling with thorns – Through the sun’s falling ire, While coursing with sweat In a windless desert As time pours like sand – It’s a long way down To the sea of grass, Parted by the strides Of daydreamers…
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An old soldier stands watch On a haunted frontier, On the cold plains blanketing A grief-sick heart – He’s forever enshrined With his infernal past, The screams of his brothers, Call him to arms each night – Watching over my shoulder From the top of the stairs In his pressed uniform, Sealed inside…
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Every colorful verse is a mirror To the smoke stacks billowing, To the columns of machines Waging wars long forgotten – Like the rippling image In a stream of rainwater, Filled with passing ghosts Seeking warmth in the gutters – An exhausted old dream Unfolds between the lines, The worn rhetoric of men…
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