Whispering Seashells
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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…
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Accused of Being Murdered
Stars falling from my eyes,Giving breath to the wilds,In which two roads become one,And violence meets its answer. As I embark, I draw nearer, From love, to love, with power,There above the waste,Of an angel’s forlorn,I make a home of my centre,Where I grow without you,Where I am a twice a day kind of girl.…
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The Unstoppable Cart
There is a great and unearned sadness, In the tired and loathsome creatures, Given instruction by the abomination,Persisting as monsters do, with hunger. Come then and devour all human misgiving,And become its chief apologist. No soul but what can be stolen from me,No transformation, no energy just the fall. In the image of his righteous…
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Daisy Did It
Shadow on a playground that still rings true,Twas then a simple leap from me toward you,The air is so cold that wild, the wind bittersHigh in the blue with these singers and twitters. It’s not the way down, but the Winter that kills,My Snow White dress with its Ivory frills,In my storm I take in…
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Reading On Thames
A waitress is feeling generous today, Liquids are spilling on my new dress, Thought I’d take a ride to Reading, Girls in waiting are Sunday’s best. Maybe the fruit has become a tree, Work for the cherry picking scene, The baked in lie like warm apple pie, While we pay for who we’ve been. Well…
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Dismantle
He says he’s going to dream of me,No sweet means in my cup of teaWhy must I give the devil his due,A machine for me and a machine for you, He doesn’t need to ask me anymore,He’s a broken vow, I’m a broken whore. So we got down on our dirty knees,And prayed there is…
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the Psiren’s kiss
I Jumped into the ocean without my paddle, Searching for the ‘but a dream” of life… And now I swim in the wreckage of time’s river, Where once in a little row boat I held your hand, Now I look for you beneath the waves, Drowning just to find you and pull you up, And…
A Fantazien Window 