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Wanderlust

Wandering your halls;
Delightful labyrinth,
Reveling in your yellow beams;
Silken lilacs,
Dancing flames lie beneath your shell;
Free-verse melody,
Blushing soldiers carry me in your tune;
Porcelain sunlight,
Face to banish frost and shadow;
Delicate composer,
Fingers sing your song;
Delightful labyrinth,
A wanderer desires not to see the end.
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Peering out of this upstairs window I can see the sun coming up over the jagged broken city horizon. Most of my life has been nothing but avoiding the rays of light cast from its bright form that seems to follow me overhead, like a parent watching over your shoulder for ten hours a day. Its funny how when a vague idea that you once...
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The muffled sounds from the television fade through the layers of carpet and wood above my head. It seems like its always on, taking up the silence, passing the moment, and filling my head so I dont have to think. It becomes harder and harder to distract myself from the ever glowing cathode ray distraction, escaping the numbing escapism. I havent left the house all...
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Wash. It washes over me like so many sounds exuding from the stack of speakers. I see a vision of a ghost a half form of myself moving like a twitching branch in the wind of a hurricane. You move like tomorrow and pull me into the melee of your body. Thoughts like a voice pouring over the electric currant flowing in my brain. The...
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Dead Lines
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ever ended, watching watery stone, fire demon
above blue and white, rage for it, eat my soul
with turmoil, black firebrand, twisting
blind faithless, love, hate, vile boiling stomach
mindless dance, pain entrenching, never open
dark eyeless thought, now, not the notion
another waste

clock ticks silently, hands spin, red lights, green lights
I hear the radio static grow louder, shock me...
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The light clicks on and casts a dim yellow curtain over the room. It seems so long that Ive been here, yet I look around I see no familiar shapes in the stacks of yellowing paper that look much older by this light covering almost every surface. The rooms dusty haze seems to rise up out of nowhere as if appearing just to be seen....
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Fire and porcelain.
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The dim light is enough and I can see her face.
Eyes of deep sky look into mine.
Her silk lies out across the blue plane of cotton.
Arms like blessings around my body.
One creature we move together.
She burns like fire and porcelain.
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She is red and blonde and raven haired,
her eyes are pale blue and the deepest brown.
Her pale tanned skin glows softly in the light of this candle lit room.
Each shadow dances with her every breath
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I hear the echoes of a thousand years behind me. The shadows of former selves dancing this maddening ritual. Persist the species, recreate yourself in another. The primal joining of cell with cell to begin the growth of yet another generation. I feel the fire of the beasts that I am rolling in my gut, making me want and strive. The gods laugh at my...
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The music moves through me as the night comes to a close. I know the moment will end and life will begin again at any moment. But for this few seconds I sit at my desk and absorb every note