death
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Death
If life doesn’t begin, Death is neverending, Sometimes we catch ourselves, Carrying the joy, Or the sadness, Or the confusion, Of one moment Into another, Towards something, The centre of life, To life, Or, To the end of life, To death Sometimes we simply are death, When life doesn’t come to us, It comes for…
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Unmet
Come the day of sky fall,Shadows not meant for light,Fade ever gentlyFrom sight. I go now to faceThe music I have played,Knowing loveIs without mercy,Silence without end,And the heart will breakLike the day, From longing.
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Sass and Bide
The hours tell a familiar story-Of life unfolding without glory.In an order of reality –Pulled from the threads of dreams –And woven together through living –Despite the dead, and the undead. Time resting and time jesting,Patiently and impatiently,The divide is simple, and holy. From the threads of dreams,Comes a hope of waking,To a world illuminated…
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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 Nobody Mouse
Come now like the rain,With your cold tin roof acclaim,Into the haunted house,Of the nobody mouse, With the tom cats and the spectres,And an empty room of hecklers.Waiting out this storm of tears,For the halcyon days….. To reclaim your fears. Before we rip ourselves to pieces,Let me hold you still tonightWith my one good eye…
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Falling, Not Flying
This age’s forlorn, my beloved husband –How the wind and the stars played with us,And blew us from our dreams back to life.Our bliss could render the journey eternal,But in that devotion you followed too closelyTo the piper’s song, and danced to fanciful fare.And became as Ramesses to his statues,An afterthought of time beyond wonder.…
A Fantazien Window 