Metaphor Planet Poems

SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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You overwhelm me 
Warm like the sun
But also like gravity.

My last view of you 
Kaleidoscopes.
A brilliant new galaxy.
...

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Flourishing begins. In the balance
jewels sparkling green and blue.
Tentative fronds with daunting climb
from warming depths, ever upwards.
Scornful Giant rages above; life fuel.
Spiteful rising waters are...

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A cactus, me and full of spines,
But deep in side are wet confines,
And so they sprout away from me,
Protecting from the enemy.

Go question all and...

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Abandoned Yellow Star,
Existential apostle.
Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not."

Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar.
Hot but not the hottest star.
A tiny lifeless star.

Venus will...

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Two best friends 
of the planet earth are liars 
And true people. 
A true person can hate lies 
but he "she" still be good to...

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beautiful as a poem
written in the stars
like a reflection
in the mirror of my eyes
of the planet mars...

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We are not burning.
We are standing at the precipice, you and me
Seeing everything that we can see.
from such a great height, we can see everything.
And...

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When rhymes forsake me, my pen's then bled dry;
     and eloquent lines rich in metaphor
die before the inkwell's used up, here...

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--Reapers Dreams--

Met the grim reaper in my dreams. Tried to put it on pause and he used a chainsaw to hack off my legs.

Death always...

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In voids, wild, stripping away the firmament
of heaven and tearing open the tethers of time. 

Watching the empyrean burn stars as they collapse 
n collide...

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Right people fight,
          the just fight
          no...

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What right is it 
of Man to challenge 
creations unknowable plans… 

Is it not the will of vanity 
to keep all in the dark 
or...

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I see how it once was 
Days of crystal line Blue skies 
& emerald green seas 
of sweet grass, gently
Swaying …
from Horizon to horizons edge...

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Cool is the evening air that touches 
my face standing there 
viewing time ebb and flow,
Memories. 

Run their course as a tear traces 
my countenance...

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