Like a Rock

I would rest my faith against your breast but human pace is never still you’d bear me out into the glass shattering with smiles and discontent solitude’s press, its lonely words –straight like a rock, to malcontent.

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Dreams of Living

Heavy is the eventide disarray, the walk that stretch into horizon’s wake— flesh be weak, say men in dead dismay the unknowing writhe of souls in company stroking through the down-me-lay.     Shards line the tone, men and women still for lack of heart a dream of poets out from the world sewn— not [...]

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They called us children once

They called us children once. Before eyes were windows dappled in our fogged night, dawn proud; unknowing shadowed play between locked fingers. They called us children once. There came silence to the cries when our skin learned its shape, the mewling crescendo of fingertips drumming our answer in the twilit backseat.   They called us [...]

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Wanderlust

Regurgitated lives lie between us gray puddles reflecting open air— watered sounds, reticent ripples rearing wanderlust eyes, consumed in flesh. * Busy week indeed – my first attempt at poetry since the book hit e-reader publication last week. Since then, of course, things have only gotten more hectic. Launched a Facebook page for proper social [...]

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Bedside

* A work in progress – critique welcome! Broad strokes, bedside broached the topic of wedded blasphemy, through bygone whispers renovated in bravado, battered with the blue breeze bloody braggarts call carnal bastardization. An immigration of conscience instituted something like incontinence. Winged Aphrodite pulled hormones through the shaft of her soul, but ringed Bast barred [...]

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Absence #Haiku

Silent morning springs the rain’s gentle kiss nothing to the loss of you.

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When there is nothing

Before abyss come the clock-tower. The little boy by midnight asks— her look, lost in the candlelight— the nature of empty books lain dormant, the moonless night above a bridge when there is nothing left to lose— in sedimentary smiles she sighs: when there is nothing there is love.

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Death of a Muse

Tender touches twilight now when you would walk through moon beams silver youth, in my mind, your long-tossed hair that fleeting glimpse unworthy hands would never know. A dream-wrought kiss for all sensation’s cheer— a note to set the pen to dance beneath your light. What is your name? Reality, but a longing and a [...]

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The Writer’s Muse

This week, I’ve been dwelling a lot on the concept of the muse, particularly owing to the fact that a person I once took to be the physical embodiment of my own muse recently dropped out of my life  in any meaningful manner. Necessities, in life, I suppose…but it does hurt to see such dramatic [...]

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Melodious Treason

Such is melodious treason, foulest madness; you thought that you could break my heart– too late.

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