Dance Holocaust Poems

The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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a procession

shadowed ravens watch 
depressive day turns
the winds bring Frost 

Skelton branches clutch 

Ghosts dance after the fall 
The procession crawls 
To the point of...

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The Mix

A recipe for life, 
living, loving,
and being happy?
Why is this so hard? 

Flour, or flower? 
The first to eat, 
the second to enjoy... 
to...

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Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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the boulevard is desolate
as is the light that cracks bleeds 
runs here there everywhere! 

trash drafts like ghosts 
in the flicker of dying neon 
something...

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Slick silicon suicide, 
Intricate black matrix...
Interwoven web of electrons dance.

In the rhythm of the chaos words.
The rhyme of divine writing
Ancient rambling on evermore.

Lucifer turn eons-long,
Something...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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Anything could be,but love
  nonetheless,game of chance
win we live,die we loss
  destiny no where,but luck
journey sickens and tiredness rewards
mere a hope and succession...

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Highways stretch into the aftermath.
Lunar ascends...
Grins sinisterly
A cry rises with the currents
Carried on shadowed wings 
into vacant, violent, violet skies.
Night runs from golden rays
Like streaks...

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Eternity
In a blink of an eye
Suns drift in a Sable Sea vast.
Heaven is a fire
Cold as bitter Voids Empire.
Boundless time is held in a Grand
Hand...

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Trumpet

The first thing this morning, Lord...
I need to do,
is to talk to you. 

I have slept all night, safe.
I know the angels were there. 
I...

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The mind eternal lies before us always.
Less pure in tone, we come to it drenched with life;
Fearless companion in our hour of days. 
A purity...

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Towering 
factories, 
arcane, 
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray 
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in 
thunder and lightning 
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete 
across facades of...

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blacken bones
ghostly galleons roam
sail endless seas dark 
deep the night washes 
over each soul 
that ride waves deep
drive the secret engines 
of the damned cross...

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