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I will not pardon these thoughts That linger, safe within me The shadow she has cast And the fragrance she exudes Tarnishes my fear And stirs to life my better half She is the comfort I reach for in fog of night The name i cry out In elation and despair Our interwoven thoughts Are…
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This is the final installment and the longest in the series. It is probably the longest poem i have ever written. Advance, through the rays powerful majesty This patriarch, favors my cold feeble being Arise, arise! The occasion boiling deep inside This day, redemption is most triumphant Shimmering atop the highest pillar Gracing the walls…
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The wind howls his tearful eulogy Pardoning the comfort of summer eves Their twinkling lights, fade to black in the dead of night Unleashed a storm, assembled by his awful grief Haunting me forever more, with their swift departure The frost all gathered in prayer on my windowsill Wishing the lost well, seeing them to…
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Bear with me, i was three years younger when i wrote this. The sun explodes across ebony skies The night buried alive by his salutations Showering his gifts, his unwavering adoration Loyal subjects, they arise to Apollo’s blessing Breaking out of their frozen tombs I awoke to the call of father time His fife playing,…
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Today i came across a manuscript i wrote back in December of 2010. Back then i was working on a poetic epic and it turned into a pile of mush. However I still keep the manuscript in a chest underneath my bed, so that one day i may flip through it and reminisce. I want…
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She holds back with splendid reluctance Ever so slightly, spending her glances upon me I too, remained kept in silence Warding off my most primal urges Favoring this new found infatuation A stunning spectacle Swayed with perfect execution Her glances, chiming for my company Chaperoned by a sensual, captivating grin And far too soon Energized…
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These vast arrays of thoughts Boil halfway within my skull Darting, lively through my limbs To cool and subside Underneath my docile fingertips These stillborn thoughts Plague the lofty heart in me Coming to pass Within the lush hallow of my cranium And then vanish in an instant Taken from me, As the pride my…
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“Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” I wrote this book in the summer of 2012. This was a time when I felt I was at my lowest point,and i was overcome with this sense of hopelessness. I had to do something to pull me out of this depression, and…
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Where is the flare, In trafficking among the squalid mundane? To recover, inside of our boxes Confined, and prisoner to hideaway The soul does not flourish Strangled by the flumes of black smoke Birthing, her own flumes of green Subservient to the golden and reckless embers Loves is bound Defiled by the ghosts of oppression…
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