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Desolation of Days
The black hearts of men; the wantonness; the covetousness; the deceit. The taking of innocence; the screams; the blood that cries out for vengeance. The wicked thoughts of the mind that corrupt and corrode the soul and spirit. The darkness of it is black like tar; the stench of it—pungent and unfamiliar. It causes the Continue reading
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Fifty thousand crows file in and silently take their seats; the lights are dimmed and the movie of my life is played. Black feathers are still; sharp beaks protrude, some contorted. A light cawing is heard throughout. Dark eyes are seen staring in the glare of projector screen light. Continue reading
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Raven in my Dreams (amended repost)
A raven follows me in my dreams. She watches with a keen eye. Her dark feathers make her impossible to be seen in the dark place. She has always been there, watching, observing. She has witnessed my deep suffering and she knows my plight. In the dark place, I stumble trying to find my way Continue reading
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Desideria Cordis
I had waited for her in my dreams for a thousand years. My bones cried out from that desolate and dry place where men perish and are forgotten. She came to me; I was not deserved of her love, but she came to me. Only the tears of a man could tell such things of Continue reading
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Beauty and Agony
In a short silk white robe tortured beauty lies listless on a French daybed. Strewn empty wine bottles and scattered pills linger on the floor. A picture of her smiling brightly with her parents atop of the fireplace sits in its frame. In her pain she looks up and remembers the days of her joy; Continue reading
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Rapture
… And on that night she danced with death, but never felt so alive. Continue reading
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The Gathering
In that place that wretched place where men weep in agony; where loud cries are let out and the sincerest of tears are shed. Where pain is unceasing and reprieve is sought night and day; where one’s eyes grow accustomed to the darkness; the cold dampness; the desolation. Where the soul is stripped to the Continue reading
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Always remember
You are strong. You are loved. Continue reading
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In my suffering I have found my strength. Continue reading
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Dancer’s Ballad (joy once more)
With tears in her eyes she dusts off her old satin ballet slippers. In darkness she gracefully dances once more; Pointed toes grace finely polished wooden floors. She is not broken; She is not too old; She is not cast away. If she had danced in front of an audience they would have cried. She Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 