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4.27: Sophia

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4.27: Sophia

Why is it all my weary days are spent In turning cowslips into rays of sun And floating over blades of grass, unbent And drawing four conclusions out of one? No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence All rimmed with perfect glass which holds the sound Of freedom outside. Dominating sense Will pin imagination to the ground. Forbear. The time will come when wind and rain Will wash away the mud and dust of youth. To cling to hope which calls aloud again Is to rely on dust to hasten truth. I turn my days of sunlight scattered over And know the truth comes soon to wisdom's lover.
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The Lights Are Speaking to Me Now

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The Lights Are Speaking to Me Now

The lights are speaking to me now, a glinting gala on the prow of my ship. I do not need to find safety in your arms. I am trouble  with a battering ram poised behind my eyelids. The hue of your burnished shields will fail, for even the gods have assured your loss. The lights will dance with my crew. Statistically, we should never have fallen in love; our hearts were polluted with pollen. You were never subtle (celestial cranes hung from the space between us) when handed reins. You bruised my spirit with the letters you left, but I will never be a person bereft. Do not ask me to love you again, because I never do what I'm asked, remember? W
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Bedroom Promise

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Bedroom Promise

Mosquito, you have played your final game If it was you, directly in my ear an hour before the midnight bell, for shame I'll have you know, if you should reappear: for you I'll find my doll-house guillotine A mini-vampire hunter track you down to stick your dripping noggin, most obscene upon the palisade of doll-house town There's no rest for the wicked, sucker, see my bloodhound-dogged zeal is no pretence No Venus flytrap that one needs to be? Or at your earliest convenience go find a fire to die in, flying louse (preferably outside the house)

Set Sail

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Set Sail

I never get lost at sea, the ocean has always obeyed me. My anger wind-whipping the storm, tsunami waves curling- an art form. Some call me the Davy Jones, forever sailing into the unknown. I don't go down below, swimming is for fish, I ride above the waves and bend the breeze as I wish. Sirens sing their song, echoing melody fighting against what sounds oh so heavenly- I'm not a man, much more than skin and bones, forever sailing into the unknown. From my loneliness the crew was born, to the briny blue they were eternally sworn.             Embarking on a journey where we can be free, exhilarating adventures endlessly. I rule it all from

Autumn Red

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Autumn Red

Leaves like paper crumble As though spirits in the oak And elm have trouble Writing their poems this season And bitterly throw them away.

Spirituality

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Spirituality

We hold on, tighter and tighter, and worship, what brings elation, all the while, struggling fiercely, to gain hope against temptation. Arms outstretched, reaching for someone, just a touch, vital sensation, and my tears…are flowing freely, gratitude, for my salvation.

Song of the Fairies

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Song of the Fairies

If you would live on Fairy-land, human, know the code: Seeing fairies in procession, kindly leave the road Make way for the Folk as they go by in shiny light come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night! Invite us to all your weddings – we might come, or not To ignore us is to spite us even if we’ve got a pony as a groom’s gift, and earrings for the bride come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night! A knife should not be left in meat, salt not on the floor Silver is an offence: don’t place it on the door Leave no hatchet in the log, leave not your tools outside come find ‘m i

starlight and harmonies

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starlight and harmonies

I got lost in the wavering harmonies, spirited into the underworld by a goddess whose song entangled me, showed me true starlight, almost all was well in the world. He knew nothing of my world, of the song that had entangled me, He could not recognize a harmony, denounced the underworld and any goddess. Blind to the starlight. She was beyond the starlight. Her title maker of the world, spirit incarnate, crowned underworld goddess, leading the lost with her wavering harmonies, singing a song that entangled me. She sang for the boy to entangle him for me. He fought the wavering harmonies, until she showed him true starlight, gave him a new

the tempest

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the tempest

when the waters war thunder clouds roll and bellow bringing the tempest then the sun comes out shimmering on calm waters and we rest easy

Aftermath

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Aftermath

A bridge crossing desolate earth, freedom goading him into a jarring kaleidoscope of long-lost memories. Neverland obscured, perplexingly quiet, remembrance skewed, twisted under vestiges of war. The extinction of youth and zen.
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