Best Parchments Poems

When your befuddled mind
Forsakes upon the ragged edge
Of swirling darkness;
Where eternal night awaits
To sate upon purest innocence
Besides an open grave!
When the gravity of your perils
Be foully whispered within
Dismayed
And abject earshot;
Where salvation for despairing souls
Be so hopelessly betrayed!

Then I wouldst draw ye, Meretrix,
As I should draw...

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The thinness of skin 
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose

you've matched my desire 
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red

rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down 
from empty...

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Unable to somehow escape this castle of want

As an apparition endlessly roaming its corridores

From room to room and door to door; up and down its spiral staircase

Looking at the paintings upon the walls, of another era, gone by....

Desperately seeking something inside, of these bolted moments

Trapped...

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In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that, 
we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own 
hearts and THINK for ourselves. 

There is a difference between guidance & being told what to...

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Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow I lost my  w a y -
Forgetting all the heartache and sorrow I found a way to  s a y ...

MY passion is within my journal-
   I starve for each new verse-
    ...

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What is Poetry?

It is a theosophy of thought and commentary;  
transposed euphemisms of life’s temporal moments;
It is an attempt to fractalize single ideas and envelop them
with metaphorical symbols reinterpreted and played with.

It is an enigma cloaked in a riddle; 
a search for questions still...

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Half eaten hearts
pump on three surviving parts,
Loyalty, Lust, and Longing,
thump thump thump,

I was your secret crush
you were my finest rush,
put Poetry in my veins like victory ongoing,
placed your loneliness in a casket of flames,
our language so lustful, demolishing civilized chains,
touching so trustful that asking permission...

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Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?

Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine...

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When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’
Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and...

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I say, this is for a delightful poetic playground of golden words I did receive
Transcendency is the pursuant goal for you and I to ascend to and achieve

The colorful use of lofty words that were chosen by high decrees
Then the words to be transcribe on...

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A satchel of poetry rests over my shoulder
A silver pen, parchments and paper, and a journal
Laying them, next to the wine, on the blanket, next to you
And you are Mars to me, and I Venus...

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Unreadable ideograms
Beaten thin leaf to tenuous holds
Of failing parchments
Brittle in their folds of tears

Remember, they struggle for survival
In clasps ever present
Reverberate continual back down 
The long lost corridors
Searching for the regurgitation of their meaning
Black and white memories
Of some sickness
Which threw off kilter 
Every next...

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voices skating secrets across the rim of a wine glass,
breath advocating a glance. Plucking nerves like a guitar string
wind revealing the liars tongue,
never failing to encapsulate  
the quiet tuck,  serenades of existence

pouring solitude down a rusty rainspout
to particular seasons that shadow 
a present...

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Shadowy Scavengers 

The darkest hour of the  hallowed night 
Wake up the blood dried shadows with
Unfulfilled desires rotting in  purgatory
Wriggle out of their graves to earth flying
To  their unwanted descendants' homes
To fill them with fearful reminders that
Their ancestors are connected through blood...

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What's in a Name? 
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