Tag: poetry
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Beneath Rushing Falls
I watched you walk beneath the rushing falls back and forth along the granite ledge feeling the weight of the river cascade upon you…
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Beneath the Fruiting Tree
Almost the dark of night is deep enough for this garden of secrets to be planted Soil rich in sorcery waits beneath the fruiting tree ready to embrace the broken seeds…
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The Coming of Strange Beasts
Feed my soul the pieces of a shattered sky The sweetwater stars like funeral wine paint visions of ruin across the empty night until the bottle runs dry…
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What We Aren’t Saying
Faces laughing, awash in a bloodred glow Whispered truths lost beneath the conversation Glimpses away into secret places…
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Strange and Distant Sea
Your touch was lightning in the freezing rain The main line plugged straight into a nerve As the sky screamed overhead…
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It Comes Crawling
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes It comes crawling over sands that move like water to this harbor in the dry mountains bent on awakening the forgotten ways…
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A City Made From Ashes
Scars cut deep by the witching blade spell out the rites of sacrifice made to what beast may watch from the shadows…
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At the Edge of Waking
Those images that come at the edge of waking weave lies I believe with all my heart only for a moment before the supports break pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea…
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Away Into Unknown Sin
All the many passageways Between truth and something darker Stretch unbroken across the holy lands And lead away into unknown sin…
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Where the Sky Begins to Fall
Point out to me the road away from evergreen Where the forest grows sparse and the sky falls Flowing like rain to fill in the empty spaces…
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You Were Never Lost
You were never lost to the mist of dead time You went there willingly, triumphant in defeat With a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought…
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Broken Things
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said…
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Midnight Things
Wake to a world that raves at its own reflection And listen to the lies it tells Midnight things that almost make sense But fade away with the morning and leave you…
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The Lives of Others
Out among the places where rats live with vermin the voiceless masses protest their lack of anything to say by striking out blind against a world that swallowed them…
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Down the Hall
There’s noise coming from down the hall And the walls seem like they’re breathing A tired routine has brought me to this place To sit for a while with evil and hear its thoughts…
Mitchel David Ring 