Tag: poetry
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Against the Seas
A northwest gale gone out against the seas Grants passage to the weary, Lost among pathways given to the night Stumbling thirsty over desert’s edge to the oasis…
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City of Secret Lights
We descended upon the city of secret lights With a hunger for the world in our hearts Chasing the taste of a dream we once had For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight…
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The Dream World Above
Lost in translation somewhere along the way A message for the weary transformed Into a deafening cry of solitude…
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The Path to Rapture
A doorway empty and charred awaits Look in and see what you left behind Forgotten on the path to rapture…
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Among Their Numbers
Through a crowd his mind walks open And cannot recoil from the humanity it sees…
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Talk of Thunderstorms
When the door closed she showed me What was hidden behind her back A handful of fire that lit the walls with shadow And bathed our faces in twilight…
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What Defies the Senses
What defies the senses is music to a madman Without a song or a cry to heaven On the edge where lie a thousand broken mirrors Cast away by we who gazed upon the truth…
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Cardboard Crown
Anyone can buy enough wood to build a throne And sit upon it wearing a paper robe Head bowed beneath the weight of a cardboard crown…
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Fabled One
For years I scaled the tower wall Daring for a chance to feel the iron summit And when I reached the top I found you Lounging in starlight and commenting on the weather…
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Journey Through Strange Light
Waking from a journey through strange light The leering faces vivid in memory And the weight of that shadow still pressed against her…
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The Leading Edge of Time
There was a time when doorways opened onto new dimensions Far away from a reality slow to change Dark stairwells granted passage to slow horror Seeping between truth and dreams, melting them into one…
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A Sky Eclipsed
These voices speak in black and white Ink flowing like wine to the seas And a chorus out of harmony with the river…
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Assault of an Endless Sea
In the winter there came knocking at my door A voiceless fiend that would only point upward To a ceiling veined with wood rot and rusted nails…
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A Story on Blank Pages
Looking back through a book’s blank pages To find the story we wrote together I found that day we set off in search of something On a journey across the desert to kill a man…
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The Fate of all Who Wander
I see movement beyond this haze Something like a world rising out of the fog Pushing through gears to find the breach, The machinery that turns the clouds.
Mitchel David Ring 