Introspection Night Poems

these carnal desires will see me expire 
inseperately stained from this foul game 
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain, 
growing rage for making me...

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The wick aflame on dust whirls
About the trying brilliance of the room—
Eyes burned eyes on hidden places, firesome

Throughout the glass rocked in wax—  ...

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should I fear my autumn
when Juniper wilts with me
and the sagging stars above
edge closer to the sea

should I fear my autumn
with winter still to show
my...

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The midnight pokes out from under the dirt,
navy, with chrome trim, catching the moon’s eye,
that Ally Sheedy fringe can’t help but flirt,
as her 1970’s Audi...

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In company of memories,
  and moonlight,
         where nothing more,
 than a distant snore,
   ...

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Tears mingle with pain.
her heart breaks as she blinks back the doubts,
risking the still essence of heartbreak,
trembling, the lonely ache whispering through her,
tempting her to...

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Nocturnal melodies flow up through the oaks, birch and pines
Hues of joy pour over melancholy of a dark foreboding
Music lingers on the heart who knows...

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Blowout, burnout, jagged shells left from the explosion
Crawl out from shelter in place; a confused, wobbly motion
Blank slate, wipeout, cauterized emotion
Tally and assess losses, repairs,...

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"Turning circles around your heart"~
Dance off-feet and head pulled by tides,
Far still my rippling face's sight—
And overwhelming motions spread

I yearn to crash on your bosom—
"Turning...

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Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where...

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Last
night's
tears fade
the flowers
on my person's quilt—
as morn annihilates heaven
pillow lays me wake in frisks and shams, remembered dreams.

...

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Night's descent with heaven's catharsis
Of white cold's drug for the dark;
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness—
Winter's fresh, ice only shower.

Of white cold's drug for the...

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She was the warrior of two eyes
one in front with the other behind
however, she did not account
for the battle of the third
quietly hiding inside
waiting on
midnight’s...

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It seems the rain is coming fast for me again—
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze;
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind...

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On specific night, the moon shows part a story
With sliced light's slant on key rock,
By at odd interests' solarity—

The cold rock fires back
Through lumped scars...

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