Time Cryptic Poems

death is the black sun 
rising upon humankind
time the seed wind

July 19th 1999
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Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams,
A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest,
The words that escape his...

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I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through...

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You may not tend to believe me 
Perhaps you’ll start to suddenly
Put your logic up on a shelf
Open your mind and let yourself
See things you...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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How do you solve the clue
It was cryptic as they do
Just eight letters all in a line
Keeping them guessing for time
Line of eight letters the...

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Prime pretty play
Dream deeper day


Live laughter loud
Prune preachy proud


See silly stay
Pick poignant pay


Love lines loiter
Mind moves matter


Verse vivid voice
Charm creates choice


Shrewd style speaks sound
Grace grows...

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Heed sounds strange
Echoes taunt
This odd range
Change now haunts


Sight now tells
Strange unease
Echoes dwell
Not of peace


Cryptic voice
Odd old psalm
Vivid poise
Wind now sums


Sketch a pose
Gripe and grime
Heap a...

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Sleepy moments come
Drowsy in a bit
Siesta floating free


Body groggy
Mind in a blur grip
Sleep overtakes


Falling into a deep
Yet floating away
A dry autumn leaf


Traveling in time
Yet out...

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Answer with rhymes open and free:
Choice feeds true voice here with good sense;
Reach beyond time love of beauty;
Yield happy poise ever less tensed;
Ply your sure...

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Cryptic language with words that hide;
Secret message in ancient tides;
Mine the passage in mystic ride.


Linger a while on textures tough;
Thought waves that style beyond the...

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Hello, this is beyond the, the voicemail.
This is the brick corner and ribbon road.
Goodbye, bygone, this is no real detail.

This is falsetto time and lost...

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