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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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...
Sensation in Shadow
Sensation in shadow is this intoxication breathing in the vapors together and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away...
Portrait of the Sun
I lay down finally among brambles and found my shadow already there bleeding from an open vein...
Dead Faces
In halls of white we walk imprisoned here by the gaze of dead faces...
I Remember You and I
I remember you and I out wondering what ocean that was We opened a bottle, ready to toast death And out poured starlight with no end So we caught it in our glasses and drank...
Little Barred Window
They sewed my mouth shut and left me here With nothing but a view of distant mountains Out of my little barred window And I’m screaming but the thread won’t break...
Wanderer of Twilight Worlds
Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin... #poetry #writing #space
Stars We Forged
I sat with my ear to the wall Listening to all the things you never said While the sound of your heat pulsed Across a distance lost to the wild road...
Empty Canvas
I saw the world come pouring through the window And fall exhausted on empty canvas Guided by the hand of a wayward spirit...
Bright Lights and Happiness
Voices scream out in pain, and the crowd cheers Begging for more insight into torment Give us a taste of that world of hellfire Cut us open with the same knife that slit your wrists...
There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe …
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