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I digress..

The leaves lay still in reflection.......and with a dim sigh notice, that the sunset no longer retains, the warmth it once had..yet still,gentle as the night in which it resides,this ever so alluring ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 23:02:00 GMT

The present construct

"the present construct" assume and take breath ever vigilant.. yet unawarei disreguard the verse and embrace unfolding resistance what gave these truths value?maintaining a silent chourus of doubtigno...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 23:49:00 GMT

a hand of plague

"a hand of plague" and she... the pale voice of my static white dreamsheld out a hand of plaguequestion not the purity of my intentionsbut the warmth of my embrace.. i found comfort in nothingness..th...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:54:00 GMT

a breathless wake

"a breathless wake" Consuming thoughtsof ones life cut shortbred from a loathesome faminereach for the severed hand of faith "though I have lost.....In mourning i cannot reclaim"a breathless wake.. An...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:26:00 GMT

to harvest the blind

"To Harvest the Blind" a dead poem of thoughttheres but a word to sayblind, depraved, lostthis dead minds cradled on a cross.. A sheep led blindly.. Through a path of flames.. once more they walk...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:13:00 GMT

a dirge to divine eyes

"A Dirge to Divine Eyes" and incomposed is this manwith a lack of discourseinured to vassals at his handbut amerced to what hes longed for a crimson plague of mindderisive whispersa dirge to divine ey...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:00:00 GMT

Of whispers gone awry

"Of Whispers Gone Awry" are we but the murder who brought shade upon desire fathomed in our wake and bearing somber eyes at the gates forever more we recite "why?" I heard the pulse of whispers gone a...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 00:15:00 GMT