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Divine intervention
God-like and fragile, the boy Shun gave his lips to man and woman, whose touch he knew but couldn’t handle. Spectral in darkness in wait, him awake and slumbered, living yet lifeless, nothing and other. Brave Shun behind his white mask, a doll’s face devoid of all but the blankest expression, serenity of surrender. Born of fear and martyred this poor boy who loved and hungered devoured by demons, karmic unseen.
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Even the Smallest Things
Hidden, the forest floor bejewelled in fallen leaves and berries, more beautiful from the bottom peering up, than above. The verdant trees hang dream-like speared in sunshine and spotlight the trails through the tall grass travelled by beetle-back and carriage. A wizened owl watches while the sly cat sells its wares in the market square where even the smallest things take form and dream.
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There but for the roses
The poet deadheads the roses in the warmth of the morning sun, bidden by the thirst of flowers and his own heart a threatened clutch of thorns. Between the scented petals and stonewall he stole a glimpse and saw her, dressed in negligee sheer on skin that sipped the moon glow and eyes of violet requited. So one look sustained him until those last days, bed bound and fading. Gifted the sight of all fae he found her floating through the flowers. Farewell befell them, an eastern breeze that swept him across all England. There but for the roses where petals swell and fall, bloom still each season for every tear you gave him and for those left
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Blessed he who weeps
Darkness was their first gift, night pulled as a curtain across the celestial temple of heaven. Rapturous the demons dine on frenzied blood and body. There, where a mouth had been, something new is spawning with jaws that open outward     and devour. And him in the middle with his rictus grin and heart a human flutter. Bloodshed brings bitter tears for a fallen son ascending.
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Signature in satellites
The comet crosses the panorama soundless and lonely in the long night. Its fluorescent contrail cuts the sky in two. Tethered time space, this umbilical through which the tides of all time are ephemeral. Where the water meets the skyline it forms an open wound, There I see your face and there I know your name, infinite and beautiful, and for a fleeting moment mine.
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Genetic synthesis
The sun god abandoned his chariot, leaving man alone with his avarice. And after the calamity when man fled the atmosphere, his shadow, a lonely formless thing, tried to fill a shape it couldn’t hold. Paradise domed over, the dignity of a failed machine half buried in scorched earth. Wandering god, stranger in his own home, where the prodigal son finds faith in synthetics. Thrown out into the abyss, captive in swaddling, new life in destruction; second coming in a single beam breaking through the cloud bank.
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Equivalent exchange
The sketched circle drawn at the intersection of science and mysticism; an alter set for cruellest nature and laid with blasphemous intent. The human condition, its hidden riddles, broken into each chemical constituent. The most complex equation made simple – the universe is laughing. Palms changed on the circle's surface, a lay on of hands, disfigured evocation, pulling a thread in time undone in flesh and the spirit is tethered. Blood flourish on stone, marking mother’s ruin, plans undone, a sibling re-written. Sacrifice in skin, a limb given to the great unknown and binding the boy's broken soul to the armour that will b
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Where the White Whale falls
The quickening mist breaks like waves under the lucent light that was the moon. A desperate exhalation, the dying dreadnaught of the sky. The sword that split its skin jewelled red on metal – an open wound still steaming a thousand lost souls skywards. The being broken, fractured in three, a trinity crowned purple and bared naked like a bruise. From the dark its death vector on the scent of the jealous witch, and where the white whale falls no one comes to weep.
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Totoro's forest
As the great beast snores his belly can be seen rising right from the entrance of his hideout if you’re close enough. Above, the trees breathe with him. The forest’s heart and hands, though he sleeps he’s on guard for any child who finds it in the long grass. His old friend is still here, but changed and scared into the underground, lamplight eyes stretched wide in fear. He waits to go back to the forest, but this is where the humans are. Right now, their tasks are too far apart to take their night trips together. The cat instead sends sparks from the linked weaving tracks and sees them in the tight dark. Stars stars th
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Islands (a free verse for Free!)
Giving way to the body’s bias, the womb of the Earth, he slips in with open hands. Chest, shoulders and legs flex against and in tune with the predator, the closest instinct to submerge, surface and breathe. Each their own island he’s the breeze open and stoic. Then there’s sandy hair and an ice-cream smile the warm rock, resolute and rooted in the ocean without the will the unmoved, but longing to change through water and human touch for beauty’s sake all find flattering rhythms as one pulse in relay their blood beating on flesh and muscle leaving the shark in a rapture of ravenous envy.
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Divine intervention
God-like and fragile, the boy Shun gave his lips to man and woman, whose touch he knew but couldn’t handle. Spectral in darkness in wait, him awake and slumbered, living yet lifeless, nothing and other. Brave Shun behind his white mask, a doll’s face devoid of all but the blankest expression, serenity of surrender. Born of fear and martyred this poor boy who loved and hungered devoured by demons, karmic unseen.
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Even the Smallest Things
Hidden, the forest floor bejewelled in fallen leaves and berries, more beautiful from the bottom peering up, than above. The verdant trees hang dream-like speared in sunshine and spotlight the trails through the tall grass travelled by beetle-back and carriage. A wizened owl watches while the sly cat sells its wares in the market square where even the smallest things take form and dream.
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There but for the roses
The poet deadheads the roses in the warmth of the morning sun, bidden by the thirst of flowers and his own heart a threatened clutch of thorns. Between the scented petals and stonewall he stole a glimpse and saw her, dressed in negligee sheer on skin that sipped the moon glow and eyes of violet requited. So one look sustained him until those last days, bed bound and fading. Gifted the sight of all fae he found her floating through the flowers. Farewell befell them, an eastern breeze that swept him across all England. There but for the roses where petals swell and fall, bloom still each season for every tear you gave him and for those left
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Blessed he who weeps
Darkness was their first gift, night pulled as a curtain across the celestial temple of heaven. Rapturous the demons dine on frenzied blood and body. There, where a mouth had been, something new is spawning with jaws that open outward     and devour. And him in the middle with his rictus grin and heart a human flutter. Bloodshed brings bitter tears for a fallen son ascending.
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Signature in satellites
The comet crosses the panorama soundless and lonely in the long night. Its fluorescent contrail cuts the sky in two. Tethered time space, this umbilical through which the tides of all time are ephemeral. Where the water meets the skyline it forms an open wound, There I see your face and there I know your name, infinite and beautiful, and for a fleeting moment mine.
4
20
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Genetic synthesis
The sun god abandoned his chariot, leaving man alone with his avarice. And after the calamity when man fled the atmosphere, his shadow, a lonely formless thing, tried to fill a shape it couldn’t hold. Paradise domed over, the dignity of a failed machine half buried in scorched earth. Wandering god, stranger in his own home, where the prodigal son finds faith in synthetics. Thrown out into the abyss, captive in swaddling, new life in destruction; second coming in a single beam breaking through the cloud bank.
0
2
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Equivalent exchange
The sketched circle drawn at the intersection of science and mysticism; an alter set for cruellest nature and laid with blasphemous intent. The human condition, its hidden riddles, broken into each chemical constituent. The most complex equation made simple – the universe is laughing. Palms changed on the circle's surface, a lay on of hands, disfigured evocation, pulling a thread in time undone in flesh and the spirit is tethered. Blood flourish on stone, marking mother’s ruin, plans undone, a sibling re-written. Sacrifice in skin, a limb given to the great unknown and binding the boy's broken soul to the armour that will b
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10
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Where the White Whale falls
The quickening mist breaks like waves under the lucent light that was the moon. A desperate exhalation, the dying dreadnaught of the sky. The sword that split its skin jewelled red on metal – an open wound still steaming a thousand lost souls skywards. The being broken, fractured in three, a trinity crowned purple and bared naked like a bruise. From the dark its death vector on the scent of the jealous witch, and where the white whale falls no one comes to weep.
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Totoro's forest
As the great beast snores his belly can be seen rising right from the entrance of his hideout if you’re close enough. Above, the trees breathe with him. The forest’s heart and hands, though he sleeps he’s on guard for any child who finds it in the long grass. His old friend is still here, but changed and scared into the underground, lamplight eyes stretched wide in fear. He waits to go back to the forest, but this is where the humans are. Right now, their tasks are too far apart to take their night trips together. The cat instead sends sparks from the linked weaving tracks and sees them in the tight dark. Stars stars th
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Islands (a free verse for Free!)
Giving way to the body’s bias, the womb of the Earth, he slips in with open hands. Chest, shoulders and legs flex against and in tune with the predator, the closest instinct to submerge, surface and breathe. Each their own island he’s the breeze open and stoic. Then there’s sandy hair and an ice-cream smile the warm rock, resolute and rooted in the ocean without the will the unmoved, but longing to change through water and human touch for beauty’s sake all find flattering rhythms as one pulse in relay their blood beating on flesh and muscle leaving the shark in a rapture of ravenous envy.
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Thank you for adding my work to your collection :) I’m happy you enjoyed it

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Thank you so much for watching & for the llama
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Thank you very much for the fav my friend :hug:
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You're very welcome ^^