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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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I held the dark night as my companion
Close to my chest
My jaw clenched
When they let me go
I just had my skin and my bones
To call...

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YOU HAVE HEARD OF THE WRITER, BRAM STOKER,
HE WROTE ABOUT KILLING, WAS NO JOKER.
HE WOULD GO OUT EVERY NIGHT,
FOR SOME FOOD AND A QUICK BITE.
THEN...

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I see a forgotten house. 
I hear the cry of a rook. 
I feel the moonbeams in a still Brook.
I know the coming wind rising...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
  ...

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The dark skies hover,
As I feel the evil forces surrounding me.
I look up at the house,
That stands before,
Knowing they wait.
They wait for me.
The dark shadows...

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the long day and Hitler

It is Christmas Eve the TV has nothing to offer but sentimental 
crap, where the rich rescue a Christmas for the...

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 I was raised in a normal View
In a setting transgressions use
Ordinances sacrifice I one day found Christ Jesus
Right doesn't always mean righteousness and Consciousness...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid...

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The eyes are the window into the soul.
A passageway into the darkest nights 
of deepest dreams.

To the eternal nightmares of ancient lands
Where streets run as...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking:
face black and white, its tail mocking.
Three nights in a...

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Bring on the rain
I want to again
To wash out this burning Haze
I feel it a drift in my nights distance Seas

Pounding a flight through my...

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Boneyard
Abandoned, Peaceful  
Sprawling, Watching, Waiting 
Still as the Night 
Graveyard

July 31, 2019

**Side note: I was inspired to write a cinquain poem after my son...

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There is no devil no Satan no Beelzebub above or just below your feet to me there is only Legion one of many one more...

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