Loss Myth Poems

It is a myth I tell you.

Men don't lose their hair,
It just gravitates from here,
  to there.

I swear if I live long enough,
And decide...

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Raised off tales of a biblical nature,
I had always been warned,
About a particular creature,
The devil bound to human flesh,
To bring us destruction,
To bring us death,

He...

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In autumn's reign, vales of verdure turn gold,
Fallen leaves tell the tale of life's revise,
Brown branches lie bare; trees are brave and bold,
Resilient dryads, keening...

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At dropping of night comes the wind,
bringing sweet dreams filled with magic,
until I awake with the morning.

The bright light of morning
displaces the wind;
all dreams disappear,...

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Falling in & out of night
flying in & out of ribbons, threads of creation 
that fall upon all the eternal emerald seas 
Golden lands stretching...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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Crank the lever
push the button 
turn the dial

cover the bones under ancient homes
not stirring of things under a stark sapphire sky 

turn the crank
flip the...

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FRAGMENT I
The cars chrome beetle shell brilliant under a harsh sun, blinding

FRAGMENT II
Grey, the color of rain on windows sills, soft white thunder echoes, the...

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The papers headline on the furgal page
Spoke of The Albacrises defeat in Eden City
People were angry there champions had fallen.
The team had been undefeated for...

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No sooner had the melodious rhythm stuck with the ears than the drums went silent

Grim Reaper couldn't hide her temperament

She snatched you secretly  to...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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From ruined halls of a corrupt little apartment 
I flee with my children, trailing after me 
No more the hard hand of hate 
On my...

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Turning 

Across this land 
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth, 
The Joker in repose 
The Tower in flame 
The Enchantress a blaze...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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