Best Sanctums Poems

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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else...

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Fingers intertwined in 
  wondrous oneness
  together foreverness
  breathtaking bliss

Eye to eye in
   lyrical longing
   melodic memories
   soul symmetry

Backs turned to 
  bygone brokenness 
  solitary sanctums
  heartbroken hibernation

Face to face in 
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Experience your most opulent dream.
Taste solitude as one sampling rare and
ancient wine from fluted crystal goblets.
Be exhilarated in reaching toward the heavens
in 'primal scream' ecstasy
after climbing a hazardous rock massif,
and there inhaling rarified air
no other human being ever breathed.
Possess courage to explore
deep caverns and nether-world...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin, the Piper plays our rudder;
Garudas’ quietus ballroom-mance veils lioness earthbound...

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And who's to blame??? Riding supernovas trail across the celestial sky ~

Escaping the realities of which always fill these, my weary eyes....

Wishing to make a heart smile and or to brighten anothers spirit; inside

Bringing hope in a world cracked to be broken unto its cerements...

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For hundreds of years you've 

manage to stir up hearts and 

make them flutter and fall in love. 

Yes, even when we where willing 

to walk away from the hurt? You somehow 

made us want to stay anyway...You aimed your 

arrow and somehow found the...

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Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits

Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine


Gravity
Pulls...

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I know not how to guard a timid heart
from capture by the reckless wanderer,
to close it from emotion, keep apart
the helpless and the cunning conqueror.
I have not an impenetrable wall
prohibiting your entrance, have no shield
deflecting glances meant but to enthrall – 
you challenged, I was...

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Only in arrogance is presumption considered intellect
a cold verbiage approach scientific
this sun is dead
vestige only of a process
its topographical equations of light and heat
divorced from the inner sanctums of a leaf

Different the dark age of assumption
a frozen death of disconnection
dies inside the hypothetical theories tic...

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O you, the definition of beauty
my eyes only know
and I, the book of gaiety
your feelings only fathom.

I don’t feign to say
what we know about lovers
ask these deaf resonant walls
their echoes have much to say.

Against which many crashed their heads
attire fully drenched in tears
but dumb were...

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They crawl in a line 
along the esplanade 
between beachfront mansions
and the bay's indifference, 
windows down, elbows out,
hands tapping on doors in time
to the doof doof base
pulverizing air and eardrums
inside their metal sanctums
of pure testosterone.

Throbbing engines ease them
along the street, slow 
and deliberate as if...

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Ode To Dawn`

Leaden mist among the trees
The Sun has yet to rise
Night birds whisper ...gentle pleas
In lieu of raucous cries

Scarlet leaves release their grip
So long so tightly bound
in silent drift and grace they slip
Through morning mist to dewy ground

Furtive glimpses of furry phantoms
astir in boughs...

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DOOM AT DUSK      

Life is a series of random rooms
Dens of delight
Quarters of quiet in the night
Nests of nativity
A refuge of relativity
Sanctums of serenity
Chambers of change and chagrin
All the rooms we members have been within

Life is who you are placed...

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when ants are spotted
on dashboards… inner sanctums
...detailing expense

4/28/2018...

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We danced quickstep before the storm
 my pups eager -- eyes wide
 we raced in the rustling grasses
 the early winds whispering beware to the trees
 then the rushing air and the sky drumming began
 the crows watched cawing hidden in the pines
 the birds chirped...

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