Category: Poems
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Smoke Signals
Nights the walls come alive and wonder at the hand pressed against them, searching for a pulse inside…
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Marionette
It’s the mask that gazes out over the world as the eyes behind play host to a thousand sighs…
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Digital Relics
Rushing in to find things hidden in the dust— digital relics left behind to waste away, to rust in the rain coming through a broken ceiling…
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Pastel Masterpieces
What was said was an anthem screamed into heaven, interpreted by wanton devils wandering mundus, seeking revelation and creating their own pastel masterpieces…
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What’s in the Past
All that can be said has faded away and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak…
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Just on the other side of this wall the shadows move walking through stories I’ll never know carried by sensations whose ghosts I see…
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While the World Sleeps
There’s this sensation of freefall all the time. Even when walking while the world sleeps the sky seems just to be letting go…
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What the Mountains Knew
Feast on it, this fresh blood of a world slain, and know what beauty and what horror lived here where the fire burned brightest…
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Waking
This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…
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Industrial
Dim are the moving shadows in these trees— somehow ominous the way the light glares, like a world cut of darkness…
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Paper Masks
Ever the rushing downpour around us— our hands reaching out to it, hoping to fill a cup with just a few drops and drink enough to feel a part of the waking sky…
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Seething
Breathe with it all and everything comes alive reaching up in worship to the sun and sky and down into the circuitry…
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Whisper of Cathedrals
It’s your voice that whispers in the night— coming from the walls, from my mind, constant as shadows lengthen around me and everything else fades to grey…
Mitchel David Ring 