Tag: sorrow

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elemental, hollow.

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pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

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Ashen tones

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cold bones of ash brush down hidden in seeds of carbon flesh of daoine sídhe commend both sides with grief it’s flowing down running around madmen on toadstools squawking of sound many moons to see poison was free move on down into valley maple, rust phoenixes of dust have come upon thee, naught be here now come on down death moves quietly evening nightshade no wheat to sow nor corn to grow just bones in ash ashen tones seeded in carbon no more disease just nothing now, bereft empty seasons of greystone snow all journeyed onto great halls below o … Continue reading Ashen tones

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some of us are still missing

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a dearth in the hearth this Christmas more dirt in burial filled in by stranger hands these lessons begin bringing fruition the idea of man mortality on billboards sorrow hung on clothes’ line out back we sing low dirt tossed over solemn vow one day trodden down howl, will you cold wind baying wolf at moonrise obsequy for prey fallen interment, hallowed sound soil turned over night rich smells of fallen so visceral dig deeper when they make my bed, love I fear I may not make my own funeral, love just bury what you need to say take your … Continue reading some of us are still missing

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digging

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a fallow umbrage permeates the dust, with callow countenance chalk outlines of yesterday lightning and mad science will not resurrect the past ghastly import lines crawl webs on cheeks mouth working in anger sends gravestone chill weary of this wintry disdain clasping the handle of a shovel excavation continues. I cannot rest until this casket is filled and buried. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading digging

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Unresolved

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felicitous, felonious eminent, impregnable pregnant with speeches of impenetrable verisimilitude I bore easy and adore the sleazy so let’s get cookin’ fentanyl and vodka piledriver my everyday lay-away life I hate the Mondays as much as your Sundays and although the Beatles were great I like the Who better Who are you? not me first me too or the both of us hotboxed bath salts tainted with the blood of a virgin human trafficking my thoughts across the void of crime and place my face, appearing on milk cartons at home nobody knows where I’ve gone too old for the … Continue reading Unresolved

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Sigma

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An unearthly visage set in grim mask.  It seems words come everyday, every way. Something happens; I know not what.  Majesty or tragedy.  Traffic.  I feel it gathering, like dust in antique store, West Texas.  Blind as a fool in a hurricane wind.  Some other sense pulling.  My soul grows restless and time of change is coming. Caress the pattern.  Observe the mystery of sigla that speak of kings, mountains, wars, rivers, home.  A key to some greater meaning.  Criminal that we cannot find it.  Shopping malls and hospices.  Kerosene on my fingers.  The smell of orange and cardamom. Something … Continue reading Sigma

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Languid

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Standing below looking up as I fell down down down Into the well an inverted spire under dire pretense inspired covenant in permanent impermanence a flash of light in dusky hues a chamber of solace imbued with melancholic silence I could live here forever and never feel out-of-place in this space of languid stupor a selfish haven for my selfless tribulation misty morning angels whispering lullabies the stain of goodbye inking me in the shadow of the ‘it’s going to be alright‘ lie I sigh and call for the rope to begin the ascent out of the hole I again wholly … Continue reading Languid

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Lingering Shadows

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I linger in shadow course by stone Norse winter snow-white tangible thoughts she brings weep, o weep for us a pallor mortis crosses crowded feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade a scar upon my face in measure I linger in shadow you know my name but I do not seek your hand you are not mine to claim wilden beasts of yore fallen have I seen travail in many travels victory and honor have suffocated me, dulled my spear brought ruin upon my sunlight it all falls away softly litany of solace written in sandstone collars of gold make lovely bindings … Continue reading Lingering Shadows

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Circles

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An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

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Patterns

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the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns