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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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Today’s News

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Indelible, the touch of the restless dementia hours of nothing dedicated to the honors we are pleased to abhor in small plaid workings of the horse’s hair shouting mayhem in stocks bonds straining against the drying out of decency we manipulate the ruins just to see what comes out of my madness is beautiful too far gone in this muddy water blues gripping the railing about the digging of my bones pirating another soul  with cash money brothers, am I my brother’s keeper of bees in my bonnet and the tearing away of starlet dancing survivors on tv surviving in … Continue reading Today’s News

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Penumbra

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Dedicated to survivors of domestic violence and sexual abuse.  My prayers and sorrow are with you.  You are warriors, all. set the scene blue ambiance with pale ambivalence a certain moral turpitude conducted with panache aghast, but abide take it all, in stride HIDE I am penumbral eclipsed deposed by disposition ruefully relegated to tidal gray or grey dependent upon your gravitational mood this day baleful and ruinous this love professed As I suffer harmful hands bladed words piercing ears heart soul reaping ravages depraved seeping chi slowly bleeds into my pride the thorn in my side is the fang of a … Continue reading Penumbra

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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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Somewhere In an Opera

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I bite my tongue and watch blood trace patterns of words I do not Know I wish I could die or become something more engrave your whys into their thoughts begin to understand you fools love has, is and always will be your favorite illusion so drive me home after the opera your scorn can follow me to my door but it is not allowed to come in there are demons tearing at my eyes folding visions into pills forcing me to enjoy the trip saving my feelings for the day when your eyes no longer lie alas, to wait … Continue reading Somewhere In an Opera

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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