Poetry
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Dissolution
I unbutton my nameno longer a man The sky opens like a wound of lightand I walk into it backwardsfolding into the vibrationof a thousand forgotten heartsbeating in synclike a prayer underwater There is no IOnly weAnd then not even… Continue reading
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A Flower Opens
One flower opensnot in soil, but in sky It speaks in pollen tonguesand suddenlyspring spills sideways Windows forget their glassRivers remember their namesBirds dream in reverseand hatch from songs The sun blushesas if mortifiedwatching itself shine Everywherea soft uprising of… Continue reading
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A Silence That Sings
To see yourselfyou must disappear Fold the world inwardlike a paper swanand sit in the silencebetween your own thoughts On the surfacea face made of smoke & shoutingNot beautiful, not kindJust loud But dive deeperpast the noisepast the names you… Continue reading
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No Fragile Bloom
And then, a kiss – not merely breathBut something bound in life & deathA vow unsaid, a ghostly thrillThe moment before the world turns still Your lips were dusk, a sacred wineThe altar where our fates entwinedNo moon could cast… Continue reading
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Let Heart Break Open
Beneath the hill where shadows spillA lantern sways in tomb-dark stillThe stone is rolled, the veil is tornThe sky forgets it once was morn They say the blood was not requiredNot tribute paid, but love inspiredNot wrath appeased by sacred… Continue reading
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A Pilgrim Without a Map
I walk where no compass dares to turnThrough cathedrals of bone & thornThe moon my candle, dim & grimLit not for saints, but those who mourn No kingdom waits with jeweled gatesNo crown of gold, no holy feastOnly wind that… Continue reading
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Into the Death it Dreams
I felt the flame of wrath arisea holy fire turned fouland in my hands I held his throatmy brother, marked for trial No sword I drew, no gallows builtno poison touched his breadInstead, I chose a deeper sin:to drag him… Continue reading
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The Rope Is Kind
Fail & hang, the rope is kindbut not the end you seek to findNo grave will keep your soul at restno coffin close your weary chest For death is but a crooked doora hinge that creaks, then swings once moreThe… Continue reading
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The Thought That Rots
Cling not to thought: it blooms, then rotsA gilded chain in sacred knotsAs soon as mind begins to graspRelease the hold, unclench the clasp The prayer you whisper turns to rustIf built on dogma, fear, or lustIdeas are idols dressed… Continue reading
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Sacred Fright
In candlelit halls where saints weepWe build our gods on power’s keepsWith iron will & crowned commandWe crush roses with trembling hands But Love, she waits in chapel dustNot in the sword, but in the trustNot in the grasp, but… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 