Poetry
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Beneath the Thorned Archway
Beneath the thorned archway, where the nightshade growsAnd bone-white roses cradle skulls in rowsShe waits where the moon drips red on stoneThe blood-born bloom where the curse has grown The garden breathes with sighs of ashEach vine a twitching, verdant… Continue reading
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The Widow of the Crimson Tower
The tower stands where storm winds screamIts stones are drenched in dusk & dreamAnd ivy bleeds along the wallShe waits where shadows drown the gleam Her veil, once white, lies still, forlornA bridal ghost the years have wornShe strokes the… Continue reading
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Eternal Vows in the Catacombs
Beneath the chapel’s silent domeThey pledged their love in crypt & loamBy candle’s flare & shadow’s breathThey swore to conquer time & death Cold stone around them, damp with ageA tomb became their bridal stageTheir whispers curled like smoke through… Continue reading
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Midnight at the Graveyard Gate
The gate began to groan at twelveA breathless hinge from shadow’s shelveMist curled like fingers through the barsClutching dreams & silver stars She came in silence, pale & thinWith candlelight beneath her skinA ghost not bound by death or boneBut… Continue reading
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Joy Walks Silently
Live in joy, though shadows creepIn peace that roots the soul so deepEven where the storm winds doubleFind stillness born of ancient sleep Walk through fire with feet unburnedThe path unseen, but deeply learnedAmong the ash where sorrow lingersLight weaves… Continue reading
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An Endless Spring
Love yourself & rise anewIn all you dream & all you doBe awake in thought & flameThrough shifting stars & sacred name Today is breath, a whispered lightTomorrow waits in silver nightAnd always, ever, soul shall singA holy fire, an… Continue reading
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Sky Dares Me To Speak
Lonely road aheadSunlight burns into my faceSky dares me to speak The wind aches with loveWhispers stitched in drifting leavesNot meant for just ears Unhuman and vastCells and roots in silent codeConverse with the trees Beneath all of thisA hollow… Continue reading
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An Empty Hand To Kneel To
At midlife, a mirror grows & speaksIts tongue made of fog, its voice a bellWe count regrets like coins in sleepThe brilliance fades, & that’s the spell Through seasons sewn in wax & glassWe walk the halls of things undoneA… Continue reading
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Blood on the Wind
A tornado stumbles through the landA glass-eyed drunk with bloodstained handYet, why pretend it bears a faceWhen mercy holds no dwelling place? It does not think, it does not feelIt does not bargain, beg, or kneelIt tears through roof, root,… Continue reading
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Sticky Sweet
Of all the sins that stain the soulLust burns brightest, sticky-sweet & boldWhen Eve bit deep that ruby skinIt must’ve felt like lightning withinA bloom of stars behind her eyesA million moans dressed in disguise Perhaps the serpent wasn’t wrongJust… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 