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Treads beneath the Willow Trees
Ankle deep she treads beneath the willow treesFeet deep into water brown with mud and wine And now she turns to me her feet still pointed straightShe calls out in a tragic voice, but tells me that she’ll wait The voice is drenched in honey and I know she will be mineMy boots thrown off, […]
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It’s Finally Over And… (poem)
It’s finally over And I’m on my way home I would say it’s like the first time,Except that truly, it is not.‘Cause life is not a cliche, Rather it’s like back in those days when I worked in a place where I came home before shops closed And before the sun set and the work […]
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Confided II [JN 22/22]
Before me and yet far awayOne path one which I must stand, moves beneath my feet. The earth rotates me forward but I, despite its spin, even should I stay in place (which I do not)Would thus be conveyed slowly to her by the world’s rotation. For my part, I work capricorniously. On this my […]
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Confided [AL 22/22]
He Wrote: Right now I am struggling with a difficult ailment.Apparently, one of the most difficult. Apart from this concern, I feel as though a new chapter is unfolding in my life. Finally moving to publish an album. It seems more hopeful now that I know how the system works. And that her serene highness […]
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Freezing
She had returned, I thought, and even danced with me.But now once more she has wandered away, alone in the dark. A vast frozen lake.I wanted to leave the little ones home, but they wouldn’t have it.But the storm has been here for hours.I put them in my coat for safety.I hope you’re not out […]
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Moments
I have shared precious moments from so far afar;And I hope to share so much more for sure…. Shaking weavingDucking, heaving… Can I hope for love;Can I ask for you…. And yet…Rupture, repair Devotion, though less intense,Can revive and resurrectAny lost love, in some respect. So welcome home,My Kingdom below,Down here on earth,Because I have […]
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Sharp Purgant Transition (2 of 2)
Nov 18 Part 2 of 2 (link to part 1) She was probably intelligent; read fast and learned well.She was stony around the edges, cold and silent when perturbed.A problem in my life I never wanted to solve;Fester the wound, reach for the salve.Eat the edges, cut into flesh,An energy source, and carnal and wild;Oblivious […]
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Corrupt-adness: Fragmented Depression
Fragments 1 StoneCage Heart Lock down the heart,Sealed in a cold stone cage.Fully enclosed, airtight and waterproof,Never open again, never feel the shame.Seed withinThe seed of strife,Locked in as well,A touch of insanity,Airtight and waterproof,Locked in the stone cage.In the smile, the eyes,The madness burns,Straight from the heartand into the head.It will never escape,It keeps […]
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Awaken the Air [Night Sky Technica]
She was masculine, diurnal, occidental, of the winter, and changeable.¹Vapour rises from the warm and moist, but it is not a good mixture,It destroys life, Often her own.On the whole, her nature was changeable, but unchanged, as all women are.Youthful and new, she bites her lip, better at the end.She is in my blood already […]
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Purgèd Youthful Earth
She was nocturnal, feminine;She came only at night. I cut my fingers off.¹It was upon confession that the joy left us, And instead she became the night woman. Only at nightLoving at night,And cooling the day. Chilled the day, summer passed in frigid bipolarity, My heart burned out to compensate.And in the cool cold winter,She […]
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“The Old Ball and Chain”
“The old ball and chain…” “Do you mean a morningstar? Or a medieval flail?” “…You could call her that.”
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Refathomable Flashbacking
1 (Saccharine Sweet) Alexandre,Truly a teeth-first woman,Not quite sharp tongued,Sharp toothed.Black metal teeth, perhaps,The source for that. Put past her teeth,Not sharp tonged,Almost quick witted,Her mouth,Like sugared, overripe fruit,Warm and saccharine. — Anselm Siren 2 (Meditations on Sight) II And I saw her near the shore,And she hadn’t followed me, but there was she,Knees d(ee)amp […]
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Sharp Purgant Transition (1 of 2)
Raise your head, raise your face, Oh tell me,So you want deliverance that fourteen years couldn’t bring?Do you want to bury all the evidence so far down?Where will you be in seven years, eight, chet?And did I work seven years for someone else?(And yet would you alone not have been enough?) It’s too late,Shame;And did […]
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The Path of August
Written the day before my birthday. Before you was set the path, What you were supposed to do, What they said you were supposed to do?But you didn’t like being told what to do,So you wandered off the path.And years went byAnd you never stopped wanderingYou never found your own way.And before it was too late you […]
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His Old Withered House (part 3)
(part 1 here) – (part 2 here) III Misery was finding a place in the housethat wasn’t actively being drenched and soaked,and knowing that we only had a few hours before dark to do it.I wishI wish it wasn’t misery, oh—Anslem, look here, this room it is dry, why This little pantry? Will it even […]
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His Old Withered House (part 2)
(part 1 here) II Anselm this place is in ruins!There are holes here and there… Alex, what else can we do now?They said, life isn’t fair… No, II accept that this is all that we have, but why,What are we to do?You asked that I help restore it if I have the strength,And I will, […]
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His Old Withered House (part 1)
I The shuddering wind covers my spirit and covers my skinMonths ago, warm, it would comfort me,But summer has ended Anselm, and our old home is lost.Tell me, tell me of this place we are going, Anz,Why must we leave, leave the city? — You ask why? And about the place we will go?Go to […]
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Scrap 2
If someone called out to you in pain, would you listen? Because that’s what I do to you and you don’t. What the dead men teach That anger is a form of cry And it is all I know. Alexandre Dirge.