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I’m flustered Struggling for air My words tumble out of place Before they are swallowed By a beastly call – A noose tightens over the mind Over its conquered frontier, Where a shredded banner waves Welcome home to its marauders – As my fearful heart calms I sew my own language From the fabric of…
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A deep blue curtain is drawn Over a fatherly light, Shielding a cove Of hoarded treasures – In their blue tinged darkness These offerings sheen true, For two secluded eyes Red and sullen – In their murmuring shadows That twine and tighten, Scorned melodies erupt Heaven-bound and bright – They cool to a whisper And…
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Facedown Passionless and drifting To a cyclone’s pull, With eyes turned inward Their ghostly lights searching – For the nagging screams Of a once crowded past, Through its now vacant heart As its pulse ebbs free – Fallen on the riverbed Porous and heavy, Still lost in the grey days Beckoning a light – The…
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Tired of living in circles He’s turned his home inside and out, Pulled apart all the dressers Upturned every mattress – No trace of a persona Of a brave light to strive for Only flowery hedges At the end of each path – New fears stalk the alleys Of his once crowded mind Now each…
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A full week’s acrid steam Billows through my nostrils Singeing at the hunger Waning dismally within – The smallest morsel of today Sets my stomach to a boil, As its aftertaste stalks Through the maze of my palate – My plate remains full Piled high and off-balance, Flavorless and spoiled Growing cold and unwanted –…
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Heaven resides, In the bindings of a notebook, When my stars have all aligned With another lost band Set alight in the wild – Hell resides A few passages after, When these stars have all burned And I plummet from their gleam – Clarity resides On the fringes of each world, When the allure of…
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I’ve waded for too long through the bog Through its sickly bile Through its envious slime That stalls all wanderers – I’ve waded for too long To its secreted isle, Blossoming bright In colorful defiance – I’ve waded for too long To my true port of call Where my old roots splintered In the pitch-black…
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Today’s slurs are like stagnant water Welled up in my skull, Like the full weight of ruin From a landslide’s fury – Like an infernal melody Leagues under my skin, Leaving villages of sonnets To sink away in ashes – These fire-tinged lies Were set long ago, From a fellow voice adrift In a mire…
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The machinery’s red -hot grind Is slowly revving to a stop, Consumed by the grime Of too many summers lost – The glow Of her senseless labor dims, Entangled by the webs Winding over her frame – The swarms of her crew Fill the veins of the city, Her bones left to rust In their…









