Long Vestibules Poems

Dark Gothic Heart, A Valiant Knight & The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie 

Dark Gothic Heart

I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an...

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Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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Through the heavy hand of solemn quest

Chosen vestibules in relentless jest
Onto the corporate head through exploits support
Just a question of fools spoiling all the rules
Phat cats with blue hats in silver snaps

Chaps

Power of manipulation trying...

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St. Padre Pio

Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence

Take Good care of those he loves;
In certain strange ways in curiosity
With human love one can learn to equate 
Yet for Padre Pio's case;

He had found...

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A Valiant Knight 

Death springs a new day basking in the breeze
 In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place
 A far off castle in the mountains away from it all
 A valiant...

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The Dark Forest
out near the dew on the ground frozen cud
deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides
the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream
one step we took until we reached the entrance...

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Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time 
She can make her dream city something real.

Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where...

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I know that I should not have looked

My eyes collect the movements
that do frighten to the core
I know that I should not have looked
I’m curious all the more

For there behind the thicket 
where the beasties...

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Seems nothing much changes
     when you look out from vestibules;
The grass always looks greener
     if the rich ones make all the rules.
You can walk many miles,
 ...

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Imploding organs whistle smaller that the day of crimes
That time recorded
PRISON RAT – 
                     ...

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It's Not Easy When The Road Is Your Driver 

To want you to hold you to need you
 We look for love in all the wrong places
 Certain vestibules will leave a trace in
 A...

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Aura Star

beneath the rubble throughout
 tumble thimble want to bee
 sought through of curtain wanna be 
 circle through the defiance years to see 
 pudding in the cup just wait and see
 there look...

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A tattered Calico traverses the crumbling corridor
dissecting a row of dilapidated sacred structures,
each uniquely indistinguishable from the next.

The wind carries an eerie refrain
as it whistles through the splintered stones,
white-washed to harbor their degeneration.

There's a fragrant...

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All I Ever Wanted

Words like violence
 Break through the silence

 whips, chains & blood
 What is truth ?

 columns of cement alabaster vestibules
 to run in the distance,

 a path at the opening of a...

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A.W. Nutter

To many voices inside my head
Each one vying for recognition
Toward insanity I’m being led
Normality forced into remission

A child screams out in his agony
Suffering at the hands of the beast
Innocence destroyed aggressively
Lamb, the main course...

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If I could change the world,
I’d get rid of alarm clocks,
eliminate the endless lines,
send mosquitoes packing, and transform Mondays
into something gentler.

If I could change the world,
sunbreaks would brighten up rainy mornings,
dogs would wander freely in...

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AUDIO VISUAL
What is a fight without a cause?
Is it just a hidden affair that has no voice?
Only knowledge that cannot be divulged and when discussed, the topic is irrelevant.
Mentality is a place of iniquity.
Mediums are...

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Gorse rusts, brush burns its colors.
Time and it’s bustling creatures
curls now into pockets and vestibules.
Leaf doors open releasing sky to fall 
as they flame.

Hawk-watching crows gather in drifts;
see-through hedges appear, yet twigs
are still olive and...

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Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals?
Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules
Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its residuals
Toothpicks of this stand; reaching for heaven in tones, sepia
'Til...

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