poem
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She Cradles Her God In Light
She is alone, but only in this dimensionShe misplaced her life in a drawerYet left behind a sermon we still hear Her vitality wandered offIt dances barefoot on ceilingsBut she still cradles her GodLike a bird made of rusty light… Continue reading
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Choosing Love
It is said that the unexamined life isNot worth livingBut a lifetime of deep contemplation onThe biggest questions can wear you out Sometimes, an insight breaks through, likeA luminous ray of sunshine after days ofTempests and blackened skies And you… Continue reading
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The Snow’s Silence
The world falls silent beneath the snow’s soft embraceA hush blankets all: our plans, our schemes erasedThrough frosted panes, the cotton-white sky unfoldsWhispering stillness, as the cold gently holds We yield to its rhythm, a slower, sacred beatA frozen moment… Continue reading
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Everything Burns
Jesus bursts from the tomb, howling like a feral moonHis breath thick with dust & the screams of centuriesThe holy men leap from their pewsSwinging incense like chains, tongues forked with fireThey swarm the heretics like rats on a sinking… Continue reading
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A Truth Too Bleak
How many times must I tell you this?The key to my heart is buried in the abyssDeep in the dirt, where the worms conspireStick a fork in it; this field’s on fire Livestock shriek in a mad paradeCharging the Big… Continue reading
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The Crow Ascends
Beneath the shroud of twilight’s veilWhere whispered winds weave ancient talesThe crow ascends on sable wingsA harbinger of shadowed things With eyes that glint like midnight starsThey peer beyond fate’s iron barsThrough realms unseen, their keen gaze roamsIn wisdom’s depths,… Continue reading
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The Little Joys
When life grows heavy, shadows nearAnd walls close in, suffused with fearI seek the gentle, fleeting raysThe quiet joys that light my days My wife’s warm smile, her laughter’s graceThe playful pets that fill our spaceA humble meal, a sheltering… Continue reading
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One-Eyed Town
Spinning circles in this one-eyed townWhere the buildings lean like drunks in prayerAnd shadows wear the faces of strangersThe road to the barn is black with secretsIt reeks of scorched dreams & damp furSomewhere out there, the night-circus humsTheir voices… Continue reading
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The Curse of the Writer
Many believe a writer’s life is divineA blessing wrapped in muses & rhymeBut being a scribe is more like a diseaseA hunger that grows & is never appeased We carve out words, yet they never sufficeChasing wild dreams at an… Continue reading
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Christmas Eve’s Specter
Beneath the moon’s icy glowA phantom stirs where shadows grow It treads the halls in spectral whiteA silent watcher of the night Its hollow eyes, a mournful pleaFor peace it seeks eternally Each Christmas Eve, it fades awayYet leaves a… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 