Mystery Prison Poems

When I pulled open the bag laden with captives
Their eyes breathed a great sigh of relief
Pouring out of the bag like a plague
They scuttled off...

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I Climbed rocks winged with words, 
and paint beauties on my path, 
invade palaces unhindered, 
bearing arms welling from this frame.
I draw the sword from...

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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four


Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning 
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water...

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I move;
perception moves;
thoughts move;
feelings move;
this body moves.

I am still;
perception stills;
thoughts still;
feelings still;
this body stills;

These perceptions I thought were me
vanish;
these thoughts I thought were me
vanish;
these feelings...

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In the mystery of irony
I have no liberty
Not even in my country
I grieve as sorrows breathe in my nostril. 

Sadness pushes me to speak
But still...

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Caresses my soul the way only a lover knows
To touch, embracing with a furious feeling of
Dread and intimidation, wisdom and inspiration
Thoughts flowing with rich scarlet...

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Longing for the answers.. it's a mystery
Why would you leave and let me go
It's hard enough without a you and me
But it's killing me inside...

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caught in the struggle to shine bright
upon the barred ledge
glass slats between the eyes of an iron mask
cut the shapes for new streams of light
twilight...

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Why didn’t they just give you a fine?
Why did they have to take what is mine?

You may be in that place for your crime,
But my...

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You're ill dressed,
I must confess.
For your date with destiny.
I hope your grime,
was worth the time,
you'll spend with me.
~Victim 7/20/2015...

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Patrick McGoohan
While in The Village became the Number one shoo-in.
He portrayed a spy in a fix
And will always be remembered as Number Six....

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The mystery in the story,
Replacing time and names,
Becomes his altered reality,
The fantasy in his game,
To match a weathered ego,
The character that he plays,
Written in resemblance,
From...

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And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin...

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The Camarilla  *part 1

She forgets every meaning of untroubled silence and fantasy
Joyful and full of spirit, indulgent ways to live a life in existence
Her...

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What once was Golden inside and out.
Now stops my progression, within me I shout.
Everyday gets harder especially the start.
Just to be normal...with good health I...

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