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An opening barrage of keystrokes Carries away your loving juvenile The heavy slam of incendiary loathing Barks with the malice, he can no longer contain As the dust whirls around and above An eerie solace tolls within his smile With a deathly stride he embarks for eternity Shunning, your most urgent of cries Shrill premonitions…
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I emerge From the treachery of misty hours Dissolved by sunlight I writhe, both brittle and tired Unfulfilled And plagued with awareness Gradually, I shrug off these hefty burdens And rush for the cradled panorama Easing myself into warm forgetfulness A slow drain of my waking senses “Converge on daylight! “ My instincts all beckon…
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I decided to record myself reading my poem “The Death March” I still need quite a bit of practice at narrations.
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Last night i recorded myself reading a poem i wrote about a year ago. The name of the poem is “To My Battered Love”, and if you would like to hear me reading this then just follow the link! http://youtu.be/znx3KzKY9GY Note: i am not a professional at narrations so it might not be that good..…
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Skinny black trails Jet through our western skies Billowing and expanding Shifting and rolling With time, carelessly spent A desperate tune rings among us all Its origins, traced from a low hum Softly combing through barley garbed hillsides We tremble endlessly As the soft droning scales our being Bursting into their heavenly orchestra Courting…
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Two of my poems have been narrated on youtube! I am not narrating the poems so this was a very interesting experience for me. Enjoy, favorite, like and subscribe to the narrator: AeroWolf1821 Motionless Tranquility: http://youtu.be/7ellJyY1KcA Unveiled Relief: http://youtu.be/bwUgtpAO1sw
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Quiet your pondering Your storms of revamped meanderings Your torrents of obsessive ramblings Engulfed by the wild And scuttled by reason For in the absolute dark of silence We may, drift beyond our conscious veil We may, levitate renewed Ensnared by the promise To lay claim upon the mist shroud unknown Quiet all revelations! All…
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My intent, is to wring dry our earth Wallow in the spoils of existence Ages beyond my birth Tender yearnings Plummet in bushels far and wide Rife with hunger I pray their storm does not subside With an autumn solstice in mind I rummage through its orchard Treasuring, every humble relic I find Over the…
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Cleansing No one knows this more Than the gracious soul I faithfully adore Although I am rife with despair I gladly seek, the words she crafts with care Casting out, the talk of the day I remain bound to stillness Longing for her stay Torn are we Stern in our silence With minds teetering, above…
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