Long Ash gray Poems

Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening,
In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains,
Through the night stretching its hand like an old bell-ringer,
Ringing the bell of departure and appearing desolate in the...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in...

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Anatomy of a curse

Let it be so
Let it come to your turn 
 These dark hallucinations of my mind
 The hope that your lips burn 
When you kiss some other 
Your deepest hazel eyes to...

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Every season         I think is my favorite
until autumn      comes painting the trees
oh Autumn you are such delight
carpeting forests with colored leaves

Oh clouds...

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A nice, curious white woman
asked Georgie me why
me no happy ta-day

I wore me nine-year-old frown
monkey-bar yea high
Lil’ black children grow up dat way

Me answer ta her,
was a look up ta da sky
Bad weather thoughts was...

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Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic blossoms from the vine

with their lilting swell, brushed shades of fine...

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Once, there was a time when I wallowed in darkness
wading in the shallows of my flaws, I confess.
Shadows of hovering ravens were my only friends.
I was lost in time as stars died, but made amends
by...

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Undisturbed, in this single cell
Sketches of astral thoughts, can’t tell
Nor harvest a will to value its cost
Through spiral walls, winds are lost

Apparels of ash gray, inept sleeves
Strings mocking, like fallen leaves
Nor tears, nor sigh, nor...

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I Saw Hurt Speak So Loud


I saw hurt speak so loud,
as you stood weak but proud.
Your sad eyes told me more,
red stains on your front door.

I sought to touch your soul,
stop the loss and its...

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A Slow Storm

Ash gray clouds rest above the large white home.
All those within have sweaty palms and feet.
A slight wind blew when they stepped out to roam,
and now they must take care in what they...

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Black roses and ash gray skies,
Warm winds and cool spring rain,
You held my hand and kissed me.

Hearts racing, you said you loved me.

Is it the fear talking or just me?
I'm scared of loving you, feeling
Way...

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Lost. Numb.
Empty.
Wandering aimlessly....

Lifting my eyes I see
A vast, parched, dead land,
And an ash gray sky.

Stopping, I hear
The howling wind, whistling a
Hollow, distant sound.

Bending, I feel
It stinging my bare skin.
My hair whipping my cheeks.

Looking up, I...

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DUST

Dust falls like snow, so cold
Sneaks its secrets under beds
Dyes old men and old lady heads
Covers long ago legends and lore

Dust in her eyes, behind pennies
Dust below his grieving feet
Collecting dust in urns
Wiping windows ashen...

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I hear the low hum of gray 
 As it moves  across  the sky
Forming  rain clouds up high
As rumbling chants gather to darken the day

Then a charcoal hue of thunder breaks the...

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As August day darkens with sunset

There are always those
Who cannot let go of the summer

The sail of the boat on Torch Lake
First a yellow flame
To the match of last sunray

Now
With the hills extinguishing last light

Sail...

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