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Fashions
Giving everything to all,In fashions of herself,Astride monstrous affections –Of so many names. Where else might angels flee –But to shining throne –To ask what answer hails,What rapture there knocks… What audacity approaches..And proclaims all that she isIs living within them –Yet undefeated… For her to inherit –Bending with her will –Within the whispersOf the…
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Bit
Ugliness accuses sight Then steals the falling light –And dares – for beauty’s ask, To gift fair weather blight But I cannot believe, Any blink is such a night.
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After Hades
Pluto is not a planet, Pluto lacked the silence, That makes the trip worthwhile, Pluto was elliptical, In a world of round hypocrisies. Pluto was a martyr, That spoke of more Than dirtballs and gasbags. Pluto never changed –The planets changed –Pluto just couldn’t marry, What it was, With what they wanted it to be.…
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Toward
Not a consumption, A participation – Attend the circle, And not the crowd – Whether small Or large.
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Carousel
I’m confounded by the sport,Fables woven in,Betray the art of being,As time breaks away – Scatter into vacant eyes,Voids that stare at me,With a familiarity, Only time can see.
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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 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…
A Fantazien Window 