Sorrow Fiction Poems

                   Her last gold sunset
  ...

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The crescent moons of the auburn sky
The acid rain clouds dance, purple, by

The air it stings as I respirate
A strange howling noise as the storms...

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Nothing eases the unending sorrow
Of lost love that brought joy to each morrow
Wish there was something that could ease the pain
Of longing to be together...

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A Sea Shanty!

Mother call your children home, 
put them in their beds. 
Tell them stories of better times, 
and try to fill their heads. 
Give...

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OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The...

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Sitting here lost in thought 
listening to this graveyard noise 
just looking out into dust and ash.

I see you drifting into an empty city 
of...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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I am your defication
I am farted galvanism
To be wiser than one's creator
Is no great source of pride....

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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Starlight strata light 
In quantum isolations 
theoretical bridges crossing 
Black as night Space deep personified
Tracing the membrane cosmic your intercourse 
Of deities suicide
Divinities burn, zero...

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Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned, 
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.

Before thee runs the righteous coil 
or is it...

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Lone machines hum and sway, 
back and forth to the rhythm and rage. 
Optics lens reflect refract and collect 
the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, 
build...

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To Eden
...men came.
With machines of fire
Roses of Desire did the same.
To Blacken the Sands for Years.
A fortress of Praise:
To quite a Rage in a garden...

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The desire to be struck by disaster,
Or it’s just a thought.
Nobody knows what the story of my mind is,
Something that even makes me haunt.

The impulse...

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Maple leaf wishes fall,
scattered about a silent lawn
framing pathways hidden beneath 
blankets of decaying sorrow 

I wander with eyes closed
for to see means to cry...

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