Written: August 2023
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moonless selflessness
heavenly bloodstones rainfall~
the beast rainstorms chomp
to hide in the dark
dangerous, brash rain monsters~
the Sunlight squandered
luminous shadow
gradients of gray wobble~
slumbering music
painful heart eclipse.
sun hidden by bloodstone rain~
night saps our spirit
the howl of rain beasts
darkness drinks in, clawing bones~
stuck in vague tones haze
Big stones, rig stones
Calling out to dig stones
Round stones, pound stones
Sitting on the ground stones
Small stones, wall stones
Make you trip and fall stones
Grey stones, play stones
Lying in the way stones
Black stones, stack stones
Ready for attack stones
Bright stones, white stones
Feeling very light stones
Red stones, headstones
Under your feet tread stones
Two stones, blue stones
Teaching how to hew stones
Limestones, slime stones
Weathering all time stones
Sandstones, grand stones
Spread out on the land stones
Brownstones, crown stones
You can break them down stones
Bloodstones, stud stones
Flowing with the flood stones
Brimstones, gemstones,
Shining diadem stones
Rough stones, tough stones
There are not enough stones
Grindstones, lined stones
Everywhere you find stones
08.10.2021
NA in "Stones" contest
judged on 08.14.2021
For Constance La France's "August 2021 NA's" contest
Holding hands as we walk between headstones
Feeling like a cyclone trapped in a gemstone
Emotions materialize like amber in the concrete
Personified Hellfire and brimstone, turning birthstones to bloodstones
Laughing like a psycho as she leaves me hallow
So I bestow a craked skull to Apollo
I did it just to watch the sun bleed
Luna delivers the deathblow, as I sit on his throne like a pharaoh
Luna's Lunatic, her faithful fanatic
A simple spell, potent potion I become frantic
Kill the light, slay the day, bleed the holy man
A little lunar lust and I become manic
Fighting sanity as the moon begins to rise
A deathly omen of genocidal demise
Howls fill the night, a nocturnal death knell
Last breath, final wish as I gently close your eyes
salty tears from wars fought
overflow, filling an ocean
blood that was spilled, gets mixed in,
staining virgin stones--
or are these lost souls?
time and tide try to wash them off,
but the bloodstones remain--
haunting reminders that one must not forget
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** inspired by the "bloodstones" found on Corregidor Island--
these stones literally look like they have rusty bloodstains,
and some say that these are from the blood shed by
the Filipino, American and Japanese soldiers during World War II
-- I was able to get some of these stones before but sadly, I am not sure
where they are now...
today, June 12, is Philippine Independence Day
--for Rick's Stones contest
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