Long Revenants Poems

Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber,
Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number.

I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall,
The aching whims and shaking limbs:...

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You’ve heard of the Flying Dutchman,
the ghost-ship that travels the seas,
there’s countless legends about it,
a great deal of variety.

Some say it’s just cursed to wander,
a result of some ancient sin,
a crew long dead yet still...

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I.
Sol stared down the empty trail before him,
looking to see what waited in the dim,
the Zander Ranch was the place from the note,
they’d written of evils born beyond hope.

So Sol approached atop his sturdy horse,
wondering...

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Slinger
Waiting on the day
for the Swallow to transmute the air
between this ether and yours 
patterned after an annual bedsheet 
and full of a chest
swelling with blood
and a face 
as forgotten as chests 
buried beneath sea...

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Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms 
of a modern-farmed orange 
orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, 
California rises above the hard 
pan and overgrown rose bushes. 

The once palatial bell tower 
of Taurusa School, peaks 
over...

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Slaughter amongst the slag heaps
Bodies bowed over barb wire
Screeching, screaming
artillery arching above
soon to descend
amputating limbs
shattering skulls
blood and brains
splattering stains on
comrades too close
mixing with the mud

Grappling with grenades
Supplies short
London, Lancashire
and Lancaster lads
battling like beasts within
that Hohenzollern...

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New stars are born from those that die
as pearly revenants on high
to occupy the vaulted sky
stelliferous to earthly eye.

When Sun shall lose its healing glow
that shines upon our world below
as star which turns a further...

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Like all things related to screwballs
and misfits
I was born looking for a word
inside a clock.

Back then, time ticked loudly,
clocks ran faster than chipmunks. 
Young bones were fueled by green grenades
plucked from low-hanging life-lines.

I needed words...

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To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower 
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain

Stretching to the vaults of heaven 
to quite the RAGE of Man
to challenge the reign of divinity...

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Within the pages of a book
I find sanctuary, a quiet nook,
Where I often retreat and find
The kindest heart, the vilest mind.

Whenever I just feel like getting away
From the rigors of life on any day,
I step...

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In a world which I birthed at the back of my brain
it is neither night nor day
beginnings and endings blended
in a perpetual purgatory of purple citrus sky
simultaneously sunrise and twilight
no twinkling stars upon which to...

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In the old city of St. John's,
in the older neighborhoods,
there are haunted houses...
residences with revenants... 
apartments with apparitions...
even schools with spectres;
and there is one edifice with an eidolon
that I know well:
a softhearted shadow
very benevolent,
not at...

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betroth yourselves
to old houses of Charlottenburg
let yourselves be mollycoddled
by the petrified rain king
buy yourselves a shiny armour
of a former seraphim
call yourselves bourgeois, 
dear ambassadors of art

prosy playwriters
live futile lives
full of futile effort

we are the revenants...

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Horror and dreadful cheers, 
Forgetting absurdity, 
Haunted by untold fears.

Tango with monsters & ghosts, 
Guilty Pleasure, thus fits.
Revenants; our revered hosts.

Dreaming on the dark side, 
With nightmares as close mates, 
Intoxicated high tide.

There, a River...

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