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Winds of life toss violently. Ruminations entrap in purgatory. There is no redeeming quality. There is no magical ending to the movie. The credits have rolled, and the theater has been emptied, but I sit alone With tears streaming in darkness. Utterances are mumbled and incoherent to the naked ear. The dark parasite Feeds from Continue reading
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Cold Stillness
Leaves blow in frigid winds. Illness incapacitates, Leading to listless state. Long held tears are shed In cold stillness. Memories of past loves Vaguely appear. Silence is shattered By sudden wailing. The condensation of Heavy and rapid Winter breaths are clearly seen, but forlorn is cloaked in A black hoodie. Wailing ceases, And apparent calm Continue reading
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We are fragile, but love has made us stronger. We are mortals, but our essence has made us gods. We suffer pain, but the afflicted will be reborn. Continue reading
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Forlorn
For long I have been forlorn I was born in the cold December winter My DNA is the agony of my mother Her torment runs in my blood They say it can be passed through the genes My love for her is even stronger. Continue reading
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The pureness of it’s potency constantly afflicts I must calm myself and allow it to pass The torment of it, indefinitely lasts My heightened senses oppose my will I want to rationalize; I constantly ritualize It is hard to see, but in the pathways it lies Warfare rages on behind the eyes Continue reading
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Afternoon Relief
I’m relying on Coltrane to get me through the day. A wonderful rest of the day to you all. John Coltrane – Giant Steps Continue reading
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A Poem/Rant
It pulls me closer to the ground. It subtly hides itself from me, even in lucid dreams. It exhibits me in front of the crowd in a listless state, as they jeer and stare with heartless curiosity. The piano is played as the sideshow performs. Normalcy was yesteryear’s dream that turned into a fantasy. The Continue reading
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Precious Moments
In that moment, that precious moment, We let go of inhibitions and fear, We are vulnerable with each other And our stories of hurt we share. A solemn face is gently stroked By loving hands that brush against her hair. With tears in my eyes I kiss her lovingly, And wipe away her tears. Continue reading
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Rainfall
In fiercest battles and whirling winds I pray the Lord forgive my sins. The scars of my wounds, they tell the tale; For those who are are blind, read my torment in braille. My heart is sorrowful, and my boots are worn, My clothes are tattered and my will is torn. If nothingness then calls Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 