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Lying Still

Words like distant stars Confusingly bright Spilling out in waves Before thought begins Seconds into minutes Time churning away Excuses take its place This convenient malaise In the name of comfort This lying still While the world goes by Mirror image quick And words like violence Cut harsh and cruel In this elemental haze Fraught … Continue reading Lying Still

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At Dusk

They take him at sundown In shackles and chains Face shielded from the rain As it falls down in sheets That frame his tousled hair In a requiem of sorrow Feet shuffling slow as sin Waiting to be let back in Stars rising like the tide Far above his infamy Straining to be free But … Continue reading At Dusk

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Glass and Bone

My soul craves heat An unbearable fire That ceases to burn Yet cleanses complete It reaches fingers out Clutching at air Grasping for warmth To ease my burdens And shoulder the load My soul is bereft Hollow like an oak Yet tall and proud Singular in intensity A shadow in the dark That always consumes … Continue reading Glass and Bone

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Over My Soul

It’s fitting, these murmurs They build to a crescendo A series of starts and stops This jockeying for position Fragmentary at best These squalid arguments In a room built for sound Acoustically speaking Not the anger of years Threaded into its fabric That’s only in my mind Twisted facade tempered thin These theoretical whimpers Always … Continue reading Over My Soul

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The Winding Stair

On the winding stair The whispers fly Emboldened by shadows That shift and separate Dark and ominous Conscious of emotion That solemn fear Etched on fair skin This fractured feeling As cold as death Shivering through Transparently thin Yet full of fire Flying up the stairs In oranges and reds An all-consuming flame A contradiction … Continue reading The Winding Stair

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Nostalgic Sea

The sea takes away her baggage Water-logged and unnecessary Carrying it out to the ocean Where it disappears from view Replaced by so much foam And a proclivity for sin That red suited devil Standing under the waterfall Waiting for the rain To drown out all her voices Debilitating in intensity Fragmented and impossible This … Continue reading Nostalgic Sea