Funeral Muse Poems

"Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun"


You drew me into your new world, 
the corridors of your mind 
fitted me perfectly imperfect 
into...

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Emotional funeral for lost relevance.
Days, nights, years of abuse, and misuse.
endured nightmares as apprentices.
With the utterly shifting views, this is confusing.
Yet, nothing is grander to...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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“The Church of Pasiphaë”



inside the church of me
a heart on fire blazes brighter 
than any morning star you could capture 
to wish a life away,...

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I write upon my soul, imprinting my desire,
birthing thereby, karmic cause and effect;
this truth veiled, during earth visit,
due ego delusion,
manifest as belief of my separateness,
leading...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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i'm not a parrot
but don't forget
to feed me each
time i repeat one

line

not like the actions
of Jackson's taken
away at the funeral
bird so i've heard

i often find...

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"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
 


Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears 
reversing reflections...

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walking in the door
the parrot alarm
says as always
as before

te quiero

this as always
i ignore for
repetition
is just

te quiero

that repetitive
voice without
meaning just
learned to

te quiero

keep repeating
even with lost
love there...

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there was
no horrible
accident
just a
written
will he
wanted
a closed
casket

there was
no organ
music
playing
somber
chords
just the
sound
of a

child's toy
music box
playing
over and
over again
pop
goes
the
weasel...

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all were seen
seen walking
down in slow
shuffles of
feeling down

down the street
music played
with a somber
melody as if
trumpets were

crying and the
trombone moaning
but at the place the
resting place where
lowered...

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“50 Words for Poe: Phantasmagoria”




“Darling, there’s someone here 
who would like to meet you...”

This was how it all began -

‘twas the night of the Ghost...

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"50 Words for Poe: Doppleganger"




Dearest Lily,

It has been some months now that you have been Silent
there has been an episode at the Asylum

I wander how...

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"Nyx Twixt"




Blown

A long kiss,
he’s so Marshmallow
pretending to be
Peanut Brittle 

She’s not interested
in small minds revelling
in a life less lived
Little

So she’ll toast him 
by the fire...

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