Category: Poetry

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A Siren Emblazoned of Sin

drenched in onyx ocean’s armor

army of solitude sheathe

content with nothing less than ardor

that writhes like tempestuous seas

her words sting inflection most dual

where notions of knowing concede

subverting convention though cruel

auspiciously sowing her seed

immutable thoughts put upon her

dry as mercurian mead

visage besotted with somber

neath crimson devonian sweep

as remnants are rent upon her wake

embellishing tempest allures

the advent of all one would forsake

to relish in context so pure

but nary a tale ere hath regaled

in squalid halls of ill repute

for fear of the wrath which she impales

once bold turned to stolid refute

should eyes sympathize her meander

with haste caution cast upon wind

a wicked demise thou wouldst pander

a siren emblazoned of sin

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Time In Tides Shall Find Her

time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough

frowns the upturned sky

slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song

echoes now unravel distant

from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder

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As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole

errant wafts of ghostly whispers struggle to sway
but their words fall in magnetic arrest
boring through terrestrial layers
halting

when furnace beckons

sorrowed drops have inscribed twin vales upon this sallow shell
fallow, bereft of fleeting filament
hours composed of decomposing
poised to frivol away

as fire afflicts antilogous pole

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Wistful Expire

wayward sprawl swallow
now this fetid coil
dull and diminished
as wrought steel in toil
sinuous loom of ethereal tense
pen courting
indelible consequence
speckled array born
of absent remains
silence embracing
the advent of change
entropy tranquil
soft somatic seel
allaying dismay
bled of wray unto wheel
opium skies
shadow tinged stringent eyes
compartmentalized
fades the subconscious mind
welled wisps soon felled
as dost life quell desire
where worlds listless
persist in wistful expire

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Timeth of Day

every inkling inked upon
this parchment which thee followeth
prose composed, of blood t’was forged
in mine own drops of sorrow
still, displayed in erred ways
as though t’were born of naught
the truth beholden to beest told
in moments seldom sought
to some seemeth incessant
streams of trite grandiloquence
though none has’t seen such broken dreams
smite mine own countenance
i’ll not recant if thou wouldst grant
thine audience of heart
through such eyes thou dare not encave
from truths these words impart
and though verbose these thoughts
impose upon thee with intent
so doth convey mine own dismay
allaying consequence
if thou protests, i wilt request
with haste beest on thy way
for i’ve not might, to grant
the likes of thee timeth of day

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Breaching Fast the Dark Horizon

divergent blades of earthen skin
stretching to escape their reflection
run the length that given time
will find them in each other’s arms

for in that distance, life becomes them
gaining loss, the cost of knowledge
senses dulled to shine the surface
barely sealing in gray matter

searching for the songs that struck
the core of all desires adopted
haplessly stumbling headfirst
into the unknown symphony

every refrain holds its truth
that only retrospect can tell
present states confuse with purpose
phrases blur to stay the hour

culled amalgam worn to worn
each its own reflection’s mirror
marred by moments etched in stasis
paraphrased by remnants squandered

once; as all that never was
must collide and shape anew
where the paths now come together
time persists as non-existent

passages and wayward exits
bound by universal law
jumbled masses huddled so low
breaching fast the dark horizon

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Truth

once observed, though set in stone

bears nothing more than what is known

witness to that which shall remain

a silent captive of refrain

left unclaimed from whence was wrought

feigned and framed as though t’was naught

availed victim now put on trial

with guilt transposed of bold denial

the crimson press of waxen seal

behold the toll left unrevealed

responsibility eschewed

the mockery of known truth

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Truth Idealized

aromatic petals waft into the mind’s display

sowing memories of life unto the heart’s array

hands that never idle draw upon this weary face

siphoning the spirit, carapace soon turns to waste

thoughts endearing, dwindle like a spindle spiralling on

fraught with fears like kindling tends the tender fire till dawn

helpless to observe the truths impressed upon our flesh

soft and supple, weak and wary, worn under duress

standing on the pillaged past to peer into our fate

captured in reflections to which we cannot relate

poised upon the precipice of poignancy implied

haunted by the visions of our truth idealized

 

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Infinity Still Residing

awaken to the void
vespertine avenues vanish
awash in bittersweet moments
memories of absconded youth
infinity still residing
on the tip of my tongue’s refrain
folding into crumbling worlds
caught between in silent hues
where your warmth imbued the stars
in dreams that beam salvation
falling over limbs of lumber
hapless, bearing fate so sweet

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Blissed Apparition 

drowning in broad strokes
of her brush so brash
I stood at the forefront
in backdrops of ash

with each newfound pass
pigments pressing conspired
composing the ocean
of mirth turned to mire

encircled in lunar sands
reticent scorn
obscured by the obelisk
spiraling forth

obstinate breast
of abrasiveness bellows
abundance of hues strewn
adorning her pillow

blissed apparition
of petals impearled
presaging solitude
of two stagnant worlds

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