Tag: poetry
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#39
Adolescence, unfolding, lay your fear before the alter, northward, smoke rises from the steer, upon the stones, before the threshold, your self-knowledge, bitter no longer, unfolds, your self-knowledge, unfolding, stumbles into manhood you, waiting beyond the threshold, wait for me, you, knowing only gentleness, come into you
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#38
Brimstone, sunken, seeks out a star, your smile, forced between clenched teeth, belays sorrow beyond the scope of expression or understanding my words, laden down, stick in my windpipe, yours, silent, well up and fall like raindrops on the intersection of Meridian and Linder road we, astride, wander the hedges, we, seeking out a star,…
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#37
Unburdened, The principle of your heart, cloven beneath a willow, behind the paddock, between two loves, a poet and a saint, feet set in opposition as they were before perhaps, soon, they will stumble upon the wellspring of burgeoning self-knowledge, an expression of the soul sustained beyond the bounds of transcorporeality, beyond the limits of…
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#36
Paint the sky with hope, split the edge of light with a brushstroke, the horizon folds itself along your jawline close to me, like ink upon the skin between my shoulders my love, we sowed the seeds of our salvation unto exile, we packed down the dust of youth, we watered the beds with grief…
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#35
Your heart, conflicted, finds itself again besides the spinning gear, our fate drawn out behind a dung-beetle, unconcerned by those things which pull you forward that she left to yesterday, they multiply, mired in misery, curses, force fed, a hypocrite’s repose masked in righteousness how long then, until, mature, they break free, threshed out,…
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#34
Imagination lost to the rust-steppes, fury catches in red and blue, Brother, where we once broke bread at your father’s table and traded dreams by the watershed, now, for our children’s sake, we curse each other in the sable light, we water the flowerbed with lives, come sunrise, righteousness cast aside, your faith, my philosophy,…
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#33
Baptized by sunlight, lean ever further into solitude, accompanied by the ghost of her smile atop the mountain, a crescent sliver swirling down the drainpipe, her perfume on your sheets like midnights desire, she who became your first of the last volumes preluding your hearts surrender
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#32
Architect of the silver spire, first of the last volumes behind you, shatter like Icarus to a star gather your pieces from the rust steppes, coat your scars in lead, forge your masks anew, for, when, at last, the Sumerian Circle lays broken upon your sacrificial stones and the end of days comes upon us,…
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#31
Four hours past ten fog scales the riverbank, winter snares another songbird My love, our rage, caged in November breaks its bindings, restrained no longer for traditions sake for ours is a domain of sorrow hand crafted and laid down between streetlights when, at last, your melody slips its gear and the collector of curses…
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#30
Wanderer far from your silver spire, past the exile lands, your pack lost to the river deafened by things broken and discarded they cling to you, a fist clenched, doubt and sorrow stitched upon your shoulders another step, another sliver another poem like a footprint behind you, your ephemeral record for the end of days…
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 