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a simple moment
I set within the shadows Listening to the falling rain It’s ever changing rhythm The tempo rising and lowering Throughout the night it played on An original concerto It’s first and last it’s only performance Lost to a world racing on ward Towards oblivion grasping at things Of fleeting pleasures in stoopered states Missing a…
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the cold of dawn
The Stars slowly fade into the darkness of the lingering dawn It’s coldness settling upon a bed half full An empty hand searching for where passion had laid Twisted sheets lay cold just a dream flowing from dry lips The soft succulent form that filled my arms just a dream flowing from dry lips The…
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Three Days In June
twas a gathering of friends no summer that year Lac Leman, shrouded in rain in spine chilling parlor horrors were shared blood letting undead’s human tissue’s rebirth tales of woe, did spread creeping across the channeled shore on a gray and misting night legends grew of poetic prose the pond held, the mist no more…
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Nature Wins
I sat in awe as once upon a time this was someone’s dream I thought about how it looked in all it’s splendor I thought about walking up it’s steps walking through it’s door climbing a spiral staircase I thought about the people who lived here I thought about their lives I thought about when…
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as the morning dies anew
an ashen mist slowly burned away the blissful rays of light filtering through the canopy nebulous shadows dance amidst the fallen leaves a tranquil breeze bringing fragrances from the heavens her laughter drifting echoing through the misty eyes of past tears a scantily clad figure twirled and bowed to an avian accord her toes graceful…
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And Shadows Dance
As the rain fell from the heavens Striking leaves as if the keys upon a piano A rhythm always changing Like the ripples upon a pond Trees begin to dance Warming up in the gentle breeze Erupting into a frantic freestyle Were sanity escapes Wave upon wave of driving rain A maddening rhythm of chaotic…
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A Wooden Shelf
hours turned into days buried in the mind of a forgotten authoress a prosy of descriptive passion a vivacious depiction of unrequited love, a colloquy of fictional affairs in vivified prose imprisoned in her world in the caste of despair burning passions vicariously created imposed sanity upon a brilliant mind lost in the dust upon…
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bring back the tears
there’s a lonely whistle blowing somewhere down the tracks it set my tears a flowing as the moonlight takes me back through all those empty years all of my tomorrows are blowing somewhere down those tracks that lonely whistle blowing walks me gentle through the years back to when I let you go as I’m…
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why I cry
Grand Father why are you crying I remember it well twas the time of the budding Moon when the trees awaken from their long Winter nap it was then that our eyes first met I remember it well those moonlit nights we strolled along the lake and watched the Sun rise as it danced in…
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the depths of our souls
I heard her voice as I stood alone Looking out upon the sea Amidst the crashing waves and the noise of Gulls and diving birds The voice of the woman I have known throughout hundred’s of lives The voice of the woman I have loved through more nights than all the Stars in Heaven The…
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