life
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The Empty Train
I get on, I’ve always gotten on,The rusted doors screech open,Empty carriages hollow things,Taking ghosts round in circles,Through the city of the dead,A city that only sleeps and breaks. Once upon a time,This was going somewhere –The now empty train once fullOf dreams and dreamers chattering,Talking wildly of tomorrows,Of the colours and textures of the…
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Ghosts
The blurring hues of yesterday,Dripping serene through my picture,Falling colours of a dream unseen – You wanted to start the lie over,But that tired world has ever been,All the magic from the endless well,Has dried her up like a dizzy spell,These sands of time now must look,Like torn and lost pages of a story –Once…
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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.…
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The Flowers of Venice
The flowers of Venice bloom without Earth,Balcony boucays vibrant with wonder,Exploding colours from archetectural forms.It doesnt take an inheritance of ground,Only a love of beauty to hold beauty,Rainbow bunches reflected in still waters,Above and below, every bloom is doubled,Geraniums remind us of nature’s triumph,Accents of jasmine floating upon the air,Wisterias, hydrangeas, petunias, pansies, Civil graces…
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The Myth of Marginalia
Reading and animations now at.. http://instagram.com/cordeliathings The close up magic of a snowflake,Is lost in the fury of desert whites,Painted red with blood and with time,On trial for murder and afraid to melt.But she was made beautiful by the wind,Delicate and fierce through the fall,Armies march across her in vainglory,For a glimpse of Spring’s felicity…
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Echo
The broken eye looks into me to pretend,This working mirror that flatters Mr Gray,Like a dagger twisting into his image,The pantomime prisoner of a moment,He is a silent shadow upon my stage,That drowns light in puddle mirages,Until I realize I am playing poor girl,And a dream is just time lying to itself,If we never wake…
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Once Upon a time in Oklahoma
Once upon a time in OklahomaLived a pretty nation of yesterdays, Who fell in love with her tomorrows, But her tomorrows were cruel and sick,Feeding promises it couldn’t keep. Sometimes that nation is just a girl,Who keeps faith with her today world, Leading her down a path of Madness,For soon tomorrow will be gone, And…
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Demigo Now
I went to see the bigger picture, To bury myself in its details, To catch a ride to Hawaii,And see myself coming out of the sea, Our little Cambrian family. But we had to hide ourselves, Among the prettier pieces, Of a broken and brittle world, That has already bought and sold us. So I…
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Dead Arts
We are not dead on arrival to your page,We live and breathe like the very words,Shifting like colours swirling with form,These delights live, and we are them, living… Don’t you want to know the mirror of death, And stand before the tyranny of entropy? Or be a corpse bride betrothed to an almighty lie, Living…
A Fantazien Window 