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Soaring We are fated to collide Turning over and under Given back to our stars ~ Carving up the night sky, Wordless and spare, Battered and bruised By our ballads of death ~ No one drifts unscathed From this fatal waltz Spinning out in a daze Into aimless arrows Made…
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Worn down Before the blast of first light Fills the room with the fires I’ve sewn in the dusk ~ The worlds trills are too faint Within the primal cries Falling from clouded dreams All throughout my lost form Still staggering through the smoke ~ Springs colors are dulled As I slide through the pulse…
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There is no more refuge, On these sun-baked and soulless plains These high grounds we’ve razed Down to thistle and sand ~ We’ve had our fill of the land Now the dust storms howl Their immortal grief At the fatal wounds we’ve tilled ~ Only thirst remains With the evils in the brush For…
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Forever framed in my mind Are the flowing colors, Coursing through the city Through the neon-blazed dusk ~ Along with every curse and complaint sung out Into the steam of summer nights Before their parched words combust ~ Even fists swung in rage The moving parts of humankind The strained words lovers leave Before…
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Floating through a quiet space Beyond the rumbling salvos Perched high in the mountains Far away and at ease ~ Forgotten skylines glow And roar infernal, The enclosing ring Of grieving embers ~ Wailing up the steep walls Of this parcel of Eden Are the hollow hearts of mothers Who roam from their beloveds ~…
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Deflated in the aftermath Of my selfish struggle This war scorches on Raising plumes of denial ~ For the kind eyes of strangers The stray remarks of travelers, The graze of their affections Feed an ever burning sorrow ~ I hold on to every praise Through the onslaught of memory When the outer world is…
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I must extended a huge thank you to the book reviewer, Rose Auburn. They recently wrote a long review of my poetry book, The Wind Through the Trees at Night. You can read the review here: https://bit.ly/3vppSLB if you wish. I cannot express how appreciative I am enough. The book is free of charge and…
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Love is on an upswing Taking off on a soft April breeze Gliding high Featherlight As the jealous ground seethes ~ A hero’s broad arc glimmers So fearlessly ablaze Prison walls are razed to dust By the joyous screams of praise ~ The song fades with the dusk As sparks rain in the dark…
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Locked away In my mother’s prayerful stare The one I’ve worn since birth A heavy silence falls As tragic binds melt and run ~ They pool around my ankles Spilling down through the gutters To quench the kindred thirst Of some far away dreamer ~ I surrender every lie Hissed out of alleyways I…
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To where do I roam In the snows of this hereafter Behind the rising smoke Of a train’s farewell? ~ This new emptiness expands Quieting, the pulse of the wild With its veil And the mad wind’s roar ~ Without the warmth of her stare Without the flight of her words Without the golden…
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