Poetry
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Winter’s Breath
Darkness falls, indomitableA tide we cannot stemMy fingers clutch the trembling penWhile the chaos of glowing screensDevours the morning light The sweetness of separation temptsA fleeting mirage we craveAre we not all threads intertwined?Bound to the vast streamOf shared consciousness?Now… Continue reading
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The Moon Spirit by Madison Julius Cawein
One night I lingered in the woodAnd saw a spirit-form that stoodAmong the wildflowers. Like the dewIt twinkled; partly wind and scent;Then down a moonbeam there it blew,And like a gleam of water went.Or was it but a dream that… Continue reading
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People Are Imaginary
Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading
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Paranoid Tide
What I thought I knew dissolvedWorn edges slipping into night’s mouthTerrible shadows crawl like inkBeasts sketched from the gaps in my mindGnashing quietly, lapping up fears This isn’t the home I dreamedWalls melt, unravel into whispersAnd the comforts of country… Continue reading
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Time Collapses
Like Nights of Broken GlassThe fall happens quicklyWarning signs had alreadyBeen there, plain to seeThen, fuel to the flamesUntil everything burns Empires fall, bedlam reignsThe wheel of historyCrushes & maimsA fourth turning arrivesTIME COLLAPSES Whoever is left to pick up… Continue reading
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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
God Is In The Radio 