Long Berserker Poems

The love in her, the hate in war and the unjustly moment in time
Is reality the indefinite cause to forbid and discern The Ancients behind?
Decidedly, I lifted her off the ground and began the loneliest...

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from crude beginnings came primitive man
learning to cope with natures darkened wilderness,
wild plants,wild animals,wild environment,and
day to day uncertain productiveness...

an animal by nature,commuting the body with inferior things,
sticks and stones became weapons and tools
the processed skills,from...

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Might she be Alkaiya, the Goddess’s Mistress of War?
Is she still to be alive, from the thousand years before?
She heard me as I drew closer and turns defensively ready to strike
Yet she stood dumbstruck, starring...

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“Dwellers of the Ancients, is all be seeking The Fallen atop?
Well… be advised and turn back for to entertain he will not
It's been far too long since mortals have come before our sight
And above all,...

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Fierce goblins rode these wolves,
their curved scimitars, raining death,
their fierce visage could freeze the heart,
they moved with the giant spiders,
death comes in so many ways.
The battle on the right was terrible,
blood did flow like a...

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Crossing the dark miry ford, thwarted by the skull colored fog                        ...

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i soar in the thought of you
lost in thermals
free from every drop of gravity
where clouds dance free
wings spread in a balance
tipped at times
bent in flight guiding me
a swoop here, banking there
lost in you
then the lyncean...

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Edvard Munch
 An Ekphrasis Stylized Poem of Jealousy 

Oh, ancient Oden!  
I summon your primitive hand.
Take this oiled brush I hold,
and order my strokes with your command.

With deep red, spilling like blood across the...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies.
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun,
one of her hands would refrain from touching her,
the other has been long carried off
by wolfish...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies. 
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun.
One of her hands will not touch her,
the other has been carried off
by wolfish priests.
The...

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The Centerfold On Frost Field.

As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help.

With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet.

Valiantly I break ground!

As I grasp my axes within...

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Red fog periphery
Thundering blood a counter point
Anger sharp clarity slows time to waken
ancestral soul fountains of spurting joys
Accentuated by the hard ball of regret
As she retreats to recharge
That sweetens the berserker rage
To drown reason in...

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Corrupt heart, depraved mind
A master of time, the weaver of trap
One whose mouth, falsehood emit
Gone from men, man and ghoul part and part

A victor, the slayer of ten men
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
The stopper of...

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Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To...

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A king went down to a rolling sea;
declared to all:
"so far my Kingdom this shall be".

Time did pass,
invaders trespassed
then the invaded, invaded.
Great was all conflict spread
and after it
followed the dead.

The people cried out
from their cottage...

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