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I’ll Return as Sunlight
The weighted steam drains from my skull. A vast well of wretched favors. Stitched lips as I drown. Floating down. Absorption files the edges. Seize my heart with a sharpened skewer. Cook it fresh, before the blood dries. Savor my… Continue reading
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Dark Angelian Morning
I will write in the dark. Concaved apartment walls between me and morning’s earliest light. Piano rings through my ears; sweet delight deep inside it’s essence. There is no time for sleep, The day is here… Step out into the… Continue reading
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Beneath the Walkway
“Give your all,” all of your freedom said. Can you wonder, or will you hide beneath the walkway when it rains? Choice is how I find out who I am. And without it; lay a man of death. To follow… Continue reading
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Warm Skin Bleeds A Song
I want to feel your body close to mine. And I want you to feel mine close to yours. Pressing up against you, The feeling of my warm skin and yours; Music in it’s embroyonic form. Sharing each note. Volume… Continue reading
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All
Roads built by men, lead to beauty in all directions. To know where to go is what will change your life, as it has mine. In my opinion, true adventure begins when you’ve reached the road’s end. And in that moment,… Continue reading
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Friction Slated
Friction slated. Level the home from the inside outward. He’s aware of the demise. Cringe and cry, but the wrecking ball flies. -GKT Continue reading
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The Evening Sky Falls
The evening sky falls Beyond the walls, thick. Towering. The brink of Lone Pine Lake. Molecules Frozen, if only for an instant, if only for the season. Animals Breathe; And ancient bellows move Throughout and within the heights of the canyon.… Continue reading
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Soul Serenade
Soul serenade is a silent parade, Marching to the beat of your heart. Wail and sing, as the echoes bring you far beyond the start. Impart joy and inspiration. Make love a declaration. To serenade the soul is to make… Continue reading
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Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)
Where did sunlight follow? To a whisper of a tree? A middle scene of Greece? A wonder livid and lucid. The future is split as are the concords of this stark universe, “Hail!” They kneel, frivolously; crawling through the trounced… Continue reading
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Rotisseried Recollection
All I can remember is my life hasn’t started. The longing past and nostalgia mean the world to me; though it’s sad and unfulfilling to know that some of my greatest memories have been sacrificed. Herds of sheep burned in… Continue reading
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