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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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It’s evening For the bleak heart of winter Floodwaters recede Before the flourish of green ~ So gently it falls In violet embers Trees lined against the western sky For its hushed Infernal demise ~ Sullen trees will branch higher Reclaiming their fallen Given new royal colors By a warm, tender breeze ~ As…
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Left songless To be mauled by the heat For a few empty words Shackled somewhere within ~ They are sure to be stolen from me Like a desert’s blurred illusions Shaken loose from my skull By a coveting wind ~ I boil over in silence When the roaring mad gale Pillages my thoughts And…
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Around the earth’s curve in silence As frozen husks The faint chatter of their masters Fades into static ~ Metal legions turn above How they clash and they burst asunder Into glittering storms of dust ~ Driven out into the heavens By the reveries of kings Now they’ve broken their gaze With…
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Still alive in the wild shades of spring Are her phantom melodies Combing through the swaying trees ~ Their serpentine roots Once ensnared her lost frame Now the agony of those bones Sink away in the mire ~ The only verse she can breathe Is outward and onward To each new rhythm spawned …
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Yesterday’s labors Crumble into rivers of sand When I’ve had the first drag Of the cool morning’s breeze ~ The emptiness stretched before me Is filled where I roam On the back Of our silent and unbothered colossus ~ In home’s golden embrace I drag the new day under Carving it to pieces To…
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Hello, friends. My apologies for not posting in about a month. Throughout December, I was busy putting together yet another collection of poetry. It is titled ‘The Wind Through the Trees at Night’ and it’s available for free on the website linked in the image below. Many of the poems within it are very personal…
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In his piercing black stare Cold and quiet My own sacred fires Die in vain In a bitter storm of vice ~ He buries All his empty nights of crawling In the heart of his envy Among the old bones of kin ~ Still he teams with life Somewhere underneath Awaiting A hero’s…
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