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I SHAN’T be long this day
for I am gathering
— the brood
Sister bring the daisies
as sometimes
— the hare devour
Leave the cupboard spirits
and tend to father’s farm
— my hands are raw and bare!
And tonight I have a grand affair
the genteel
— sprouts my field
and I’ve nothing for my hare
Your foolery spoils my day
curse be a ruined affair!
:: 01-22-2014 ::
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I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered needlessly
across frozen fields in May
She spoke a single word
— beloved…
Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two
Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
— back into a whole
and then I spoke
a single word…
— beloved
:: 01-22-2014 ::
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PERCEPTION made its way
the grand entrance just today
it entered with a cloak
— barely if I may
while watching me
such eternal depth of sight
I felt a chilling choke
Aware was I of something
dark and ill from my senses
— I turned the other eye
::01-21-2014::
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THE mask you see
gently just for thee
where once tender
fingers touched
and pale face
once adorn…
It has no eyes
save the ones
— of your soul
And if some tears
— it could shed
oceans it would fill
Such a love it has
for your porcelain skin
::01-21-2014::
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I SAW a madman just today
in unison we waved
— across the way
Such a friend is he
his shadow fits
— so perfectly into me
And in the mirror
we smile together
and return to writing
upon a cloud of custard pie
— a sprinkling of words
and chocolate pudding
::01-21-2014::
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MY confession
what be it may
stately said…
I do adore
hedonistic lore
And my passion
borders beyond
— the day of light
into a fray
some may fright
But at the end
of any day…
a brilliant sun
and nymph of light
rules out all
— it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
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LOVE my love
never dies
sometimes weak…
But you keep
a fire lit
— between us
In the night
such might
bequeath us
Such delight
the arrow
— of Cupid…
Binds us…
pierced
— as one
Never leave
but believe
such a gift…
rare is love
:: 01/20/2014::
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A SLUMBERING breeze blows
beyond clambering hills
and conjures a song
So somber from trees
Beneath…
Crystal silence sings
a painful burning flesh
and threads in dreams
devouring numbing stings
So stiff the twilight
that constricts my throat
I muffle a yawning cry
from dawning fright
The moon…
Lay pale in listless shroud
and death is no wonder
In varnished white clouds
comes rumbless thunder
Never a stretch in mind
Oh, fiery blood, crackle bone
Only limb, neck and hair
Sharp fangs– a soulless moan
And you…
Forgive me, for I am cannibal
so romantic and tragic is my tail
Slaying both human and animal
always beneath a moonlight pale
I am the shadow
Beneath your footfalls
and dark cold light within
In tearless eyes of yellow
My hunger screams for you
In your dreams
I come, nimble and serene
Prancing first for smell
toward scents you resemble
and within your morbid dreams
I will always scream for you
:: ancient ::
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THE dance began with a smile
tempered joy-tickled heart
we knew the feelings teasingly
— fought the flood passion-lay
to no avail so we set our sails
and off we sailed into our dreams
::01-19-2014::
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THE dream awoke within my life
to me it tenderly spoke —
whispery sound a murmur
— a feather-fell
to you I come to feel as real
a dust-sleep dream to life
no life in such a murky realm
for living has its needs
and dreams provide the seeds
::01-20-2014::
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