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Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm,
where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold!
Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache;
what of her day will grace this heart?
Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees;
deeper from me, her lies do bleed.
Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn, ... continue reading
Perennial streams bore a son,
riven beyond their dreams; ramparts
kept his goals at bay, in a citadel
born from timidity.
Abode there, as he is, as sandstone
withers in peace; dust and tears
gather in frames, whose memories
have yet to be born.
Perennial ... continue reading
Pink blossoms
within a veil of apples,
effaced my fears ... begone!
what tender heart begat thee?
I must find her time!
yet sap ascends on broken arms
whose relics lay wasting
upon the sod;
have I spring
to lay thanks to thee?
have I spring to ... continue reading
She lays in wait, my timid friend,
and sits on a happy end.
Watching, and waiting,
with boundless faith;
will fate bend
to her heart?
this diffident youth prevails
under fallacies of fear;
what remains of me is still unclear,
yet still she waits, ... continue reading
Execrable words upon my walls,
their tarrying unknown!
this solitary path bedevils me,
yet what of you remains?
this earnest heart continues,
but not without regret,
and upon the pastures,
my heart does fill;
where to hang upon my walls?
Falling leaves
under a mundane sky;
their time will come again ...
this veil of rain becomes me,
in a maudlin sort of way,
as summer departs in triumph,
with a haven still unknown.
Fallen leaves
under good tidings feet;
their heart prevails again ...
much ... continue reading
Why am I so different?
Is it my mind, heart, or soul?
When will this madness end?
What will be the toll?
I am further away from my youth,
and fewer days latch to any sense;
yet onward, I continue;
Why am I so different?
I am shunned by differing ... continue reading
Low upon the lake, a docile crescent moon;
abash, yet stolid, and luminous to a fault.
The stars lay silent, affixed upon the sky,
and this thespian claims the night,
as a daughter purloins the south.
What of the black dahlias?
in repose they haunt the fields ... continue reading
Hollow dreams awaken me
from an anxious sleep; opaque skies
cloud the arcane sun, and what looms
is crushed beneath my soul.
Velvet rays dry my eyes, as yearning
beats no more; madness lingers, but not
what's seen, and cerulean skies
cast the pastures ... continue reading
What game do true lovers have?
garish clothes unlike any of mine?
what ambient waves unfurl the sheets
and beget a dream
still wasted on the young?
Look at me! they scream and plead;
photos capture the naked truth
and thread the walls on desperate screens; ... continue reading
Whether or not I will reach the summit,
my desires still speak in soft,
berry-shaped tones; a morass path of which
I cannot recall, awaits for me
in the appalachian springs,
and renders a song
that would leave the hummingbirds in awe;
will my heart feel peace ... continue reading
Oh tempest, break the adamantine waves,
and let this habitation breathe; what of
the strakes that break the hull?
a home for those smaller than thee.
Upon the mast, our dreams are tied,
as we await the gales abatement; what of
sails that flail from the yards?
a ... continue reading
Sick, is death, and riven with plagues
and preachers toil for life; but wait,
famine is drunk on power, and fate.
Fallacies prevail with weapons aloft,
and heads await on remedies bled;
but wait, the conquests are fairly seen,
and death unveils his throne, ... continue reading
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but me.
I must be down with my dreams again,
I must be all but free.
I must be down,
I must be me,
I must be me again, but here.
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but fear ...
Decaying, it may be,
the tree and all her dreams;
saplings yearn for freedom,
but death has learned to see.
Competent, he may be,
and unending as the tide,
and hide, he may try,
but further, she did see ...