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As I fume in solitude Ahead the backdrop of boiling anguish Bereft of all earth The immense soil that burns incessantly I shield my wounds In soothing confession The purging of sorrows That scald and maim The refrain of anguish Flocks in menacing droves Coveting the blank skies And flowering in black The refrain of…
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Read along if you wish. Time is to be savored Accented, with sparse pinches of joy And served, Upon the gilded platter of your choosing I became, a stranger among the elements Serenaded by a host of wailing goslings With rosebud fragrances, wafting around and above How I crave to remain motionless As a prisoner,…
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The infinite tussle Gushed, with a nightmarish glare Swelling, into the towering Goliath That lay siege to every quiet shore Before, this terrible stirring All tranquility within me shattered Fear accelerated! I sputtered, and slowed As an offering before the raging ocean Frothing Gushing Exhumed from dormancy The Terrible rising Leaned forth with vengeance Darting…
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Today was the day I did not bother Estranged from the verses I did not father I am all wound By a spool of thought I am not bound By a hollow effort Tonight is the night I lie obscure Far from revelation Cold and unsure I am the grave concern Stripped of all use…
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There were windmills Preserved in turning grace Enthralled by steady unison Ages upon ages Upon the hillsides They were stacked Leagues, beneath the burden of time Where they whirled ceaselessly Slow and diligent Before Death descended In canopies of white Coveting the harvest Before the dusts strayed in panic In sheets of chaos madly stirred…
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http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/willwrite08 My first two ebooks “Guardian of the Inkwell” and “From Turmoil and Tribulation” can be downloaded for free on the website linked above. Download them, but only if you really want to. I should note that if you are using a PC you will have to install Adobe Digital Editions to open the epub…
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I give my all To gilded horizons For the great and far-fetched That boldly shimmer beyond An impassioned stride Is christened, desperation The pariah of aspirations Lofty and dubbed obscene I urge the rest Carve a way Through misty hillsides And scalding plains I urge the rest Carve their way Paint the wilderness With roads…
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We reap The tidy sum of consciousness Drinking in, the low hum of its softened morn A freshly brewed misty haze Swallows, the whole of our feeble existence Beaming, until silently conjured By the somber quicksand of an eager nightfall The knowing few Sprawl open with trembling vigor Proud harlots feasting, upon the scraps of…
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