Imagination Epic Poems

   Symbols cry in dry ice theater -
the expanse of aesthetic visa-
drawn-
from the romance of the silvery eye -
as it golden advances the...

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            She who understands,
She who pours the wine 
She speaks in verses, soft and...

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Epic Sadness When A Beautiful Dream Crashes

I am yet alive
racing into
red fires
this body
feels
no pain
trekking across
tall mountains
jumping into
verdant valleys
so far below
seeing
soft soothing
rivers
spread into
planted fields
beaver
enjoying
Nature's fast
flowing flood

I...

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What a beautiful fairy with a face like the sun
She winked at me and then left me to stun
I couldn't feel my breath, I felt...

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In the heart of a bustling city,
Where dreams are made and broken,
Lies a place where hope shines bright,
And the spirit of the people awoken.

Amidst the...

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DEMONS DO EXIST . . . 

You can't spend all your time stuffing them in your bottom drawer
In time they will all work their way...

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The magic disappeared.  The lead Troll's hand fell through the air where the magic was released and he lost his balance almost falling to...

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“Who...what are you?”  His gaze moved from Joulupukki to Lumi.  Lumi offered,
     “I am an elf of the Village...

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“Are there many Fairy Folk other than the elves?”  Joulupukki queried.
     “Not so many as before the humans took control...

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Year One -

Tell me Eve,
does this Garden have everything we need,
do you think the walls are too tall,
are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it...

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So I came nigh with my eyes so bright, 
in search of him as a brute beast hungry for its prey. 
With eagle's eyes I...

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She is dancing with the enemy 

Since they failed her 
She was never happy 
Again with the land 

They offended her spirit
And sent her away...

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My faithful quill recumbent
Motionless
Stark against the virgin parchment posed upon my desk
The peeping moon breaks through grimy windows
Mocking me as the mantel clock chimes the...

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"The Faces of Man"



The faces of Man
transformative 
held in the hand 
of Mephistopheles 

blood sells white and red
pontificating with two fingers

consuming greed for 
want of...

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Me, myself and i
I will never smoke to get high
Why love doesnt ask why
Love can made you were suit with no tie
Love can made you...

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