come dusk and fond recall, nearer distant abstract called, far from fragrant songs of old, paradigms our ghosts still hold, up with all we bear within, ahh the paradox of sin, it marks us all in stagnant time, e'er grasping at sublime, it's we who choose and chose before, scraping at eterna's door, brought fire unto fated head, not our sense of self instead, ideas wander far and out, within here and then without, they bear our truest hearts, if only at the tender start...
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Sunday, March 9, 2025
the complaint of a star consigned to man's perception of sun
if it's sun
to which we are
consigned
for want of
endless
night
then by day we'll see
our love
defined
as solvence
slipping
blight
effect spleen
in shadow at
the wall
a quiet plea
eternal
stays
it heeds persistent
arcane
call
flies to that
which ever
weighs
a shoulder
to the spinning
wheel
fair skies that
don't ever
stay
for those not
born and bread of
steel
if day defines just
who we
are
i'll wear my
darkest
cloak
and proffer then
a little
star
to all the
sun-blind
folk
that they might see
if
fleetingly
the way it
works in
space
we give and
take
repeatedly
that we might bring
some
grace
Saturday, March 1, 2025
bound
a heavy weight to bear alone, the burdens we invent, somnambulistic mythic stone, then grace is heaven sent, from ether fallen light avail, these lips upon the heart, at sea behold the distant sails, as soul from dross departs, then across time amid the storm, become the dream you held, through loss at last transcend the norm, spirit no longer felled, and safe away in catacombs, obscure the scars we bled, it doesn't last when we're alone, it's meant for two instead, an apogee between our skins, an altitude to dare, the rarest heights attained within, more dear than breathed air, the unforgiving call of space, together mute it out, grasping at the old clock's face, beyond the shadowed doubts, intrinsic trust consumed as wine, as angel feathers fall to ground, my gift to you is all my time, unto your light forever bound
the way
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