Lonely Myth Poems

Clouds are silvery
Clouds are a mystery 
Mystery is mesmerizing 
Mystery is like smoke
Smoke is blurry 
Smoke creates paintings
Paintings inspire thoughtful minds
Paintings appeal to dreamy eyes
Eyes...

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Where is the boundary
between spirit and stone,
that place where myth is born
and marries meaning
to the beauty and brutality 
of form. Is it only our imagining
that...

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They walked around the pond
speaking of the beautiful lotes
she told a story of someone From her youth
about the legend of "Apache Tears"
a man who cried...

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I once wrote of lovely mermaid's song,
many years ago, yet still I long
to hear her haunting voice once again,
music of waves never reaching end.

Days I...

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They proclaim virtue
They have found The Truth
No more fear of death
Their belief is absolute

Nothing could change their mind
Conflicting evidence is fake
“It's the devil”
They say confidently;...

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Once there was 
a tiny tree,
who wished itself
a lofty, wide-spread
oak; 
        longing to have 
on him song-birds light...
...

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I felt a probe of feline eyes
While Merlin stretched on sun-drenched sill;
He mentioned he dislikes cat-guise
And yearned to be a wizard still,

Then, thanking for adopting...

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Pandora's Equation
 
The box was beautiful. 
It held everything ugly in one place. 
It was meant to be a prison, 
to create safety on the...

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Day Dreams

I love to have daydreams, 
about the nighttime. 
I believe I can see it all 
clearer in the light. 
I am not afraid of...

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In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...

Burning optics of set cycles 
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.

I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids...

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I. a dark awakening

Shuddering awake feeling the freezing cold fingers still around my throat, struggling to catch my breath struggling to focus.

Finding my air. Shaking...

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Regged are the faces 
Drowning in waste 
Lost forgotten out of place.

Gold does not fade or decay, 
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

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In the remains of the day 
Looking away into the planes 
Green horizons void at the end
Of the gray dawn man washes 
His façade and...

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