Passion Mythology 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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Magnolia hearts need not be brave,
For their tickets are only one way,
Routes unchallenged, straight to the grave,
I’d rather chase the vermillion fray. 

Though, that is...

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Forevermore, I am your lover, Orfeo…..
My arms wrapped softly about your kness
As you strummed your guitar, Orfeo,
Your love songs, floating in a Brazilian breeze.


Our life...

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Stunned by her beauty, our tongues would not work
We could not stop staring, she was a flaming goddess
A princess, a queen, the quintessential woman
We admired...

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The Southern Cross’ trajectory across
the night sky marks the hours that come to pass.
Her prone figure no longer an hourglass;
by the silvery light of Phoebe’s*...

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Every day and night
I sit within my tower.
The sun scorching with all its might
Waiting to melt me and drag me lower.

The dream to escape my...

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                I
Listen up and I’ll tell
    ...

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She sees herself as the one,
Who senses the dangers of the night.
She fears the fire masquerading as,
Her doubts in the dreams that she has.
Yet, She...

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Here & there, everywhere 
lie pieces & parts of me
I exist only in the moments between what is and will be…

Taking a ride to the...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen...

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In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
 I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
  Feel its faded power...

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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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Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power, 
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with 
greed to want for...

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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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The color blue the color of sky 
On a bright sunny day 
And the warmth of memories 

The power and presence of a grand mind...

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