poem
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The Garden Of Shadow by Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love heeds no more the sighing of the windAgainst the perfect flowers: thy garden’s closeIs grown a wilderness, where none shall findOne strayed, last petal of one last year’s rose. O bright, bright hair! O mount like a ripe fruit!Can… Continue reading
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Down The Rabbit Hole
We all experience madness differentlyHow we perceive the lunacy of the worldThe madness of a country that hasDecided to cannibalize itselfTurned against each other The house is dividedWe descend deeper into the madnessUntill all that’s left is a fragile gripOn… Continue reading
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The Sadness Of The Moon by Charles Baudelaire
The Moon more indolently dreams to-nightThan a fair woman on her couch at rest,Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down,Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;And… Continue reading
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The Night’s Cold Ache
Dark sky, cold heartDying a thousand deathsin the minutes of Shadowland Eyes in trees watch,hunger in their gazeThe woods howl, callingcome, join Wild freedom, terrible delightswait in the night’s cold ache Continue reading
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The Cold Wind Claws
The cold wind claws and bites within,Rattling bones, stripping pride thinA frozen breath from depths unseen,Encased in shadow, hard and keen Who treads this land of bleak, decayed,When time slips fast and light will fade?The dark god wakes, devours whole,Consuming… Continue reading
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An Ode to Halloween
Oh Halloween, how grand you are,With moonlit skies and twinkling stars,A night where shadows dance and sway,And goblins, ghosts, and witches play Through whispered winds and haunted trees,A spooky chill rides on the breeze,Jack-o’-lanterns glow so bright,Casting beams that slice… Continue reading
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Waiting to Drown
I fix my eyes on the swarm—black as night,Summer insects gnawing at the edges of my fading profileThe air tastes of rot, thick with whispers and sweat,While the land beneath me swells like a fevered bruise Deep in the ditches… Continue reading
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God Is Waiting For Us
We say God is hidden,But is it we who fail to see?Is She not in your lover’s gaze,In the quiet grace of the setting sun,Or the pale moon’s gentle glow?Does She not whisper in the warmth you feel,In the meal… Continue reading
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Beneath the Weeping Willows
The Southern wind crawls heavyThrough willows knotted with grief,Their limbs dragging the dirt like the dead,Howling low like hell-hounds in the holler,Under a swollen moon, bloated & bruised,Calling your name like a curse whispered too long Why did you leave… Continue reading
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A Current Of Divine Love
God stirs within my mind, concealedA restless force, kicking, screaming,Pulsing with her magnetic graceA current of divine love, unyielding When my mind cracks, spilling wide,Into the abyss of the foreboding night,Her anxious love will flood the void,And in that burst,… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 