Long Moirai Poems

"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and...

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"The Mute Hearts of Babylon"



the day 
the poets died
a cloud past
over the eyes
of those 
who required
the dance
in music

storms
calmly stole 
electric love 
the new arrivals
raged on
while the 
beautiful dreamers 
woke too late

sunk raptures
looped on cue
sucked in...

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"Small Wars in Paradise"



A small war in paradise
where the walls
are dripping 
hearts pinned 
with golden words

A ghost behind 
the eyes of a Fate
shines a light
on the self-righteous 
misinformed deux Moirai, 

advocatus diaboli -

what remains,
The Devil’s...

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"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"



Daughters of Nyx
the sisters 


Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill

Nyx becomes Themis
a memory 
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things

Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides 
the female...

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Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though

I miss...

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  Ubiquitous artificial smiles and plastic hearts  
cosmic curse escalating a decline in civilization  
Acting upon fake camaraderie - leaves you swimming with sharks  
In a world with light - guided...

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I’m waiting for the Sun to rise again. 
So I can turn my head.
Close my eyes.
Blare crowded notes of anger and sorrow
against blinds that shield my cowardice to face the glare of a Star that...

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Ah! Being separated from life was always a demise,
not letting me enjoy another surprise!
Now, this attitude has totally changed,
and all thoughts have been revised and rearranged.



Living without the horrible thought of dying  
has finally...

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“Liminal”




At the threshold point 
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity


Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl


Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past


Three graces...

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Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun,...

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my heated hopes are waxing hazy
    a couple crushed for carnal crazy
      sneaky you, the scheme to hatch
  with her, a perfect itch to scratch

menage a...

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Some time ago, we were sent so far from home,
and I could not see a romance while yet I was to roam.
With resignation, I told the Fates - my search it was suspended;
they smirked, for...

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In stoic carnival, emotions juggle,
laughter somersaults on a tightrope of reason.
Epictetus, ringmaster, dons a clown's nose,
philosophy as whimsical sideshow.

Stoicism, circus tent of paradox,
where the lion tamer wrestles inner beasts.
The trapeze of fate swings on absurdity,
as...

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"I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, 
but our fate is sealed." ~ Paulo Coelho  

Clotho is the savvy spinner Goddess
Weaving the destiny of man flawless, ...

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