Long Iridescently Poems

Photons of Life

For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself
For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe
They brought light to the darkest realms, casting...

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Oh well and the first time I ever saw you
an Ocean of emotions came crashing down
upon me it was magic by the full moon and
waves off the velveteen sea
You took me by the hand and...

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When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind
Oh the broken pieces
They struck the floor this morning at dusk
Cutting my toes
Leaving butter and blood to intermingle
Like cutting away at human flesh
To match this unreachable...

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okay i have taken the bumpy road journey
i have paid for my bad and wrong everything and then some
i have watched, heard, and listened to other peoples' excitement
now it is my turn to feel the...

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Listen my love to this Nursery Rhyme…I made it just for you.
It’s about a witch who didn’t like squirrels, in her new garden, true.
Now you can be quick. You can be fast, but never bother...

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The snow is trickling, glistening in my eyes
Mesmerized I look deep into the beauteous skies
Infatuated! Gazing! The imagery enchants me
Seeking withing me as I tremble in the bitter cold
I look! I breathe in the brisk...

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there is nothing more beautiful     
than the scar of a fallen angel- 
in broken ivory feathers cloaked,             
wrapped in...

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A shimmer of scales moves iridescently
in porch light, flying over nicked knuckles,
falling to grass milky white.

Detached, a rod jerked to deep water,
we follow the blade blooming belly to vent--
fingers pluck viscera like harp strings, cut
deeply...

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The eyes are the windows to the soul
My ardent desire is to keep her eyes
Eyes so beautiful
Eyes so omniscient
But how can I conserve it?
Is there any preservative?
Can a hospital do it?
When they cremate her 
How...

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A bird of white, void of  jeweled colors iridescently bright
Leaving purity of his form and reminiscence of snowflakes and lace
He walks, flowing like a ghost in the night
A mesmerizing figure of avian grace, though...

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