Nostalgia Myth Poems

Highland whispers, echoes of innocence
Noble virtues of man, bereft of insolence
Highland whispers... life's pristine existence....

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Hush!
Discreetly they be. Clandestine
Journeying a void voyage,
Made for each other
Madly in love.

Might be
A pin drops silently
Mind is a culprit.

Yesterday slumbers on a bed of thorns.

Hush!
Sweaters...

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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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Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold

Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.

Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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all small broken alone
where the shadows roam
a child hides in a dark home
tick tock murmured the clock.
while branches dance
and rattle like brittle bone.
toys scattered around...

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Magnolia bloom pale 
white like moonlight 
hurricane shutters creek
a sultry night wanes 
restless sleep 
ceiling fans beat 
quiet absent rhythm 
a soft breeze 
I lay...

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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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THE COMBINATION OF THE
SERIES OF MANEUVERS ARE CONCERNED
THE STEPS BEFORE DEFEAT
GUFLAND SCORN ( KARATE THRUST)
INTO A LA MISEREEL ( SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE)
FOLLOWED BY " THE...

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The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really...

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Your talking dreams, now you're in my realm
The dreams are not what the actor's film
You want the truth, or fact, even faith, 
reality and dream,...

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Not to sound so personal,

so hard to speak out of frozen cold,

but from old to young-

framed to freed...

From bossed to doodled,
to cop-land inside my noodle,

call...

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