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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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A new horror begins, As a breach in the wall The world’s bile surging through As vessels sail dreamless Over the horizon ~ To be splintered, left listing In the ink black swell Tolls of S.O.S. smothered Beneath the clouded night sky ~ Large hearts wade frightened From their neon-lit homes To be crowned…
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Idle, in a stream of thoughts I float away with their deceptions Drained after roaming Through a reverie of ashes ~ Among scattered green barges Beneath the boastful trees Without a word I let the murmuring day sail by ~ Clearing space in my mind For a fevered dream’s bloom As the years…
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Crushed by her volatile waves She means well Still I sink Blotted out of her surface ~ In the wrath of my defender Weighed down by his ghosts My band of stars fades Under ages of blue ~ Once ignited words are flooded And misfire in the depths As their proud ocean swells With a…
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Pacing, in the ruins of a garden In the royal blue morning Before the stars die out ~ Only the children speak From the moss-cradled bones Of their mother colossus Their harmonies Rising and falling in the maze ~ Only their anthems toll From once radiant castles Their cautionary wail In pursuit through the…
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Happy Sunday, everyone. I just want to let you all know that I am doing a giveaway of my book, “Rhythms of the Eternal Uprising.” It is free on Kindle until February 24, 2022. ‘Author of “The Slums of Nightfall,” William Wright, Jr. has penned another accomplished book of prose. ‘Rhythms of the Eternal Uprising,’…
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There’s rain on a whistling wind Resounding in the east Boiling young blood With ancestral war cries ~ Will they hold the line When the heavens erupt Suffocating the day With soldiering columns ~ Their sights trace the horizon In the earth’s new wounds Before armored swarms Have bred their inferno ~ Will we…
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Sunken In the afternoon shade With a long drag of havoc I ignite the holy pyre Locked away in my mind ~ It sends a vulgar cyclone Roaring up from the damned To the hours golden haze, Freeing prisoner songs ~ They were once crammed and wailing In their hull of remorse Pleading from…
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