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The Hollow Man

“Believe in me. Believe in nothing. Corner me and make me something. I’ve become the hollow man. Have I become the hollow man I see?” ~R.E.M. I believe in miracles The kind that sparkle Twinkling like fairy wings This splendid fascination So treacly sweet Tied up in homage And fantastic dreams Miracles full of fire … Continue reading The Hollow Man

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Broken

I am broken and scarred Left behind by too many Stranded by the roadside Of apathy and chagrin Between these two extremes Shackled to a burning tree That is never consumed And a rainbow never blooms Even though the storm is gone Replaced by a Judas kiss Bloody in its welcome Sheltered under this twilight … Continue reading Broken

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This Mortal Lament

Remember me in a sigh Left behind in shadows And inside closed rooms In these echoing vibrations Native to someone else Vibrant like melodies These shifting frequencies That I cannot escape Even from the grave Honor me in a scream Crashing like waves And slamming into shore Eviscerally gutting Leaving nothing inside In this encompassing … Continue reading This Mortal Lament

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Low Hanging Fruit

This guilt hangs heavy Like fruit on the vine Ripe with future decay Yet tempting still As succulent as sin Waiting for a fire To cleanse my dry soul It bends without breaking Scratches and claws Always emerging intact Even though weather scarred Bruised and brushed aside This emotional storm No reservoir in sight Just … Continue reading Low Hanging Fruit

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Smoke & Ash

The coals glow candy apple red Sparkling with a feisty inner fire A carpet as if finally unfurled Waiting for a resurrection He stands at the smoky margin His feet, scabbed and blistered From those multitudinous trials Seeking partial salvation They join this dancing cacophony On the edge of something beautiful As the man ahead … Continue reading Smoke & Ash

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Original Sonnet #2

A ticking clock creates driving rhythm Stretching out each second til it’s complete At the mercy of nature’s every whim Making impressions in this soul’s concrete The moon sets its monthly cycle in stone Like a mirror set under open sky Reflecting light across flesh and bone Before spreading its leaden wings to fly This … Continue reading Original Sonnet #2