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Thank you to the editors at Spillwords for featuring my poem, ‘The Looming Fires of Odesa’. It can be found on the page linked below. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported my work over the years. Source: The Looming Fires of Odesa
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Chased from sacred ground By a reignited voice Old friends scramble home In a scalding rage ~ They fall forward into secrecy Faded and tattered Their rescuing voyage Derailed in the sand ~ Cold and ghostly words Whirl around their cocoons in the night Bearing harmonies of distant times ~ Their own lonely weathered…
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A shade of blue Sweeps over This loveless and dreary region Emptying the sky Of its cold and grey curse ~ A shade of blue Draws childhood reveries from silence, From the full days of roaming Through the withering unknown ~ A shade of blue Floods my mind With a lost sense of ease…
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There’s emptiness Wherever I’m stranded by a jealous wind The cold boards souls indoors From the fires I wield ~ Burning down in secret I’m but a passing glimmer Sent to aimless soar And fall into cinders ~ All is quiet Whenever I turn to ash As pain’s battle cry resounds In my war-torn spirit…
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Far away from urgency The riptide in my mind Refills my resolve In the empty nights ~ I’m received by the waves Surrendering Adrift From the fading jewel Of a paradise sunken ~ Far from the blast From the desolate years I plunge into a sultry dream Without a sound ~ To unknowingly fade…
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On tattered pages I am fed to the flourishing past Blended red by its whirlwinds Thrown to the abyss ~ These weathered oaths Will sing out from their lonely pyres In the bitter heart of winter When the silver sun has sunken ~ Howling from their dark graves Among a glowing flight of embers…
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Barreling down diverging roads The twists and turns of each journey Rambles farther away From our severed roots ~ On the fringes of the badlands We scatter into it’s cold expanse Half-mad from Babylon’s fall ~ Simmering alone in our scorn Our tilled patchworks Claim the still wilderness Carved in parcels, safe and sovereign ~…
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Our boastful words collide Blood red and shameless, They cleave the day to ribbons For the phantoms we carry ~ Walled away and enraged As black seas erupt And tall tales are woven In the dark of our minds ~ In hideaway we spiral Locked forever in our violence Still cradling the fire We…
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Wading back into still green waters For the luxury of denial A long, savored trail Back to palaces of sand – Turning back To the rolling hills of a city Frozen over in the summer Within coils of grey – Returned to roam Beneath a skyline’s defiant lights On the eve of war Before the…
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The colors of this spacious dream All melt into one Running down through the haze Of a slumbering unknown – The interweaving thread Of our encircling illusion Is plucked and frayed By the toll of our clock – The fragments of our spell Are swept aside in the night By a fire-tinged breeze A…
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