Writing
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That man should dwell in living hell At the final hour thus tolls the bell A life of pain from birth to death Perpetually he sought his rest Despite his search no rest he found The abyss it pulled him to the ground With all he gave and nothing left It was then he felt Continue reading
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Hard Frost
The tormented wail. Heavy tears of agony Fall beneath the black veil. The dead is carried By horse and carriage. A trail of sorrow follows Behind in silent march. The dark crow watches From a distant perch. Bitter cold wears On the frailty of the old; Their steps are slow, And measured. The hard frozen Continue reading
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In narrow hallways And unkempt rooms Torment consumes; Light is sought But darkness restricts. Pray and it will go away They say, Yet it still abounds. Tears are shed On sheetless beds, But with weeping There is no reprieve. He had a dream Of peaceful streams, And of the day He was relieved. Continue reading
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Souls of Potter’s Field (Hart Island NY)
Now you rest. Eternally marked Are the places they slept. The hot summers And cold winters They endured, But were forgotten In death. May roses grow In the places they wept; Weathered bodies, Weary minds, And heavy breaths. You are memorialized. Oh what pain to see Life through your eyes: The illness and affliction; The Continue reading
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Remembering Phyllis Hyman
My lovely Phyllis Hyman, you never got the credit you deserved. Your songs move me to deep emotion; your voice a soothing balm of healing and light. Oh, sweet Phyllis, how your presence touched the world! Through your voice you live on. A beautiful woman of deep passion and love you were! You will never Continue reading
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What They Can’t See
“You should smile more” a stranger says; yet she dies on the inside.She stares at him as if she is looking through a glass pane.In her eyes are years of torment and unceasing rain.Silence is all she can muster; he is shaken as he looks upon her. Continue reading
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Season of Misery
In my anxiety I thought I had Found an angel On the day You said that You loved me, But unbeknownst To me It had been A work of trickery, And the beginning Of my misery. Continue reading
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Cirrhosis of the Soul
The gangrenous stench of torment scorches the nostrils The rotten carcasses of many souls lie The ghastly scars of cirrhosis are evident to horrified eyes Under a black moon the fires of agony viciously consume They have been rejected by blood but cry no more Leprous outcasts and wanderers with no home they are They Continue reading
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The Final Release
In that moment she was set free, And shed tears of joy in quiet peace. She inhaled deeply the memories of agony And with eyes of fire, Exhaled agony in her final release. Antonio Vivaldi: Nisi Dominus, RV 608. No.4 Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 