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The Flood
Unfathomed points of starlight,Hidden by the radiance of the solitary sun,In the image of true conviction,Destiny leading blinds you. Yet, star song can still be heard,Calling to you from a sea of dreams,Through the veil of sight and sound,Through storm clouds and thunder – I know one day the sky will break,The rain fall and…
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The light that wakes me
The light that wakes me,Taunts with florid horns,Dreams of childlike innocence,But loveless is the dawn – Night’s avowed refugees,Washed up shadows spurn,Tides possessing rightly,These affections unreturned. A play of lies engrossing,Thieves that knowest me not,Consorts of the emptiness,The loves that life forgot. Solemnity is not my maker,Etching malevolent words –My underwriter is hope, Reborn with…
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Holding One’s Own
This age is designed to weary, Its wonders are trivial. Dressed resplendent for arrangement,As brided and widowed sorrows.Ill-fated days of blades and sheaths, Must give up strength for justice. Volumes unnamed and unwritten, Must not temper steel in blood,Nor the quill with celebrity,Or speak false immortality – Now that lies are wit. Stay your hands…
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In Bette Davis’s Eyes
A life in Bette Davis’s eyes, Where glancing looks have killed,I stare into the sea for love unseen,Daffodils and dandelion’s please,His absence still comes for free,Between my darling Eleanor and Me. As silent as the canyon muse,Every rumour bouncing off the walls,I am always pining for the rain,For a grander piano that never came,While Penny…
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Frida and Manfred
I was drawn in like the Red Baron,And shot down by the Goodman Empire,Whom I wounded with my dream of Winter,Where my freezing heart was too cold,And my Summer family hostaged to grief. Oh Frieda, in the mirror you’re so clear,That I call this picture of you self portraiture,The nightingale sitting in the pine tree,Singing…
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A Dishonest Thief
They locked her up for her red hair,And made her the queen of their dead,They tried to turn her fires black,To wash out the stain of her colour, From their grey and broken world. Those dead that mourn themselves,And therefore mourn all creation,Every living spark and hue abhorred.Oh Persephone, the Spring is yours,Not the shadow…
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The River of My Life
Merrily, the Lady in White,Did not stop for her death. Death comes at her call;Beyond the precipices and the pieces, Resting at the bottom of a bottle,In the plastic faces of dolls,The static of television sets,And in the council of demons. Death wants only to take life;Separate the body from soul,The poetess from her pen,The…
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The Drunken Goose
A drunken boat once sailed to me,Where it did meet a feathered goose.In exchange for wine did she lay,One golden egg for love each day.Love did weigh with time and waste,To allay regret of time’s slow pace,Countrymen versed with daggers drawnThen slit her bloody throat. Laid up and down a sinking sea,Shipwrecked man tomorrow may…
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The Undying Ogre
He comes for his bloody name,For the faces he can never show.He likes to collect you like seed,To devour and poison himself,Your wishes go unfulfilled in him. Searching for his death and life,The rebirth of a battered wife.He comes for Penny’s sandcastles –Her sand cannot resist the boot.Teasing Synthia out of her silver linings,To taste…
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The Hunger
Remnant pieces in desert dunes, Begging for banishing banquet boons, The hunger and the dusk of wanting, Declinate desires in waning moons, The vapours of a day left hunting. . The road to hell so flat and paved, Chasing the sun as a shadow slaved, Refuse the life postponed and wasted, The sweetest scents of…
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Aspirin
She’s taking bets,Before she heads out,What’s up? Going up? Or you coming down,Maybe coming round… To feel the ground… She’s taking bets,And heading out of town, Umbrellas and fellers,An exploding scene, A jerk too clean, Maybe the weather,An angels featherA boson, a post on,The Internet of always,Or legs for daysTime telling upon your face,And gravity’s…
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Walking Out
Extending a slick hair hand, He tried to pay you in pomade, And sell you on a half moon, To take your adoring light,Without giving any darkness, Neither compliment nor spark,Hungry fire burning too bright, Saying “put out or be put out ” Stop now. Just stop.. STOP. Pull the needle from this track, Let…
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Hope beyond Hope
Hope was the laughter, The kind you can hear – And the kind you can see, In the eyes of the children, Hope was the meanings, Choosing to see to see, Not because we have, Eyes rolling in our skulls. Hope was the trust, That every step I took, Was one step closer, To finding…
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Due
He said I was living two lives,And that multi-tasking is impossible.As he bled into his television,Becoming static,And cosmic background –He died,Instead of trying to understand,That two lives, or fourCan be as one..A princess and a scholar,A fairy and a daughter,Can rule, study, fly and grow,With the same heart. I lived from and I lived for,I…
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The Eyes
The way you look at me,Is the way I looked at you –Honey dripping from the comb,Wet as servitude and naivety, Devoted illusions of the eye,Statistically happy and bled,By the book and by the look,Having and wanting empty shells,A thousand likes, a thousand hells, Then I stopped to see to see,And that fly that was…
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