Poetry
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Scarecrow Man
All these screams in my headAnd that Scarecrow ManWithering in the dusty fieldThe blood orange sun blazingHis eyes burn with cravingUnder the parched skeleton treesThe field stinks of sulfurAnd corrupted dreamsAfternoon oppressorsWaking from the illusionsOf tranquility on earthEndless confusions Continue reading
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All Cobwebs & Shadows
Deeper into the mindAll cobwebs and shadowsTarantulas, in my eyesReach out and feelThe snake around my neckThe fire burning on my tongueMy ears bleed with passionMy God, how I have missed you Continue reading
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Lost In These Dreams
The blood forest of my dreamsIt is a special place for annihilationA dark red, fertile groundWhere the soil is soakedWith a mysterious imaginationPain and toil, longing and strifeA murder of crowsA sharp, rusted knifeTell me how to stay hereI never… Continue reading
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Pop My Brain Out
Swept up in a wave of neonTall in the sky, chrome dreamsClimbing Jacob’s ladder to hellThe inversion is what surprisesPraying to a deity that has no nameOr no face – only a dark energyWrapped around my skullAbout to pop my… Continue reading
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Time And Again
Time and again, the equinox returns and restores balance – sacred and profane gestures in the hallways of our minds, mirrors with infinite possibilities, and I marvel at how modern dualism overtakes me – where is the spiritual warfare the… Continue reading
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We Know Each Other
This is not my spiritual languageBut I know the terrain wellThe empty nights and theHollowness of the moonThe heaviness of a neighbor’sGlance as they step ontoThe porch under the starsHow walls are built aroundHearts that wish they could meltI will… Continue reading
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Gazing Up At The Black Sky
A descent into the storms of loveThrashing, wrestling with the lightA darkness crawls in from beyondThe great divide opens wideA chasm, a liminal spaceA crucifix in your weather-beaten handsA prayer for the lonely nightsWaiting for the sun to come backNever… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 