Dream Raven Poems

Something dreadful do I see, reflected in her eyes.
Could be death she's seen in a horrid dream, or
perhaps the relapse of a wretched addiction
that's left...

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The faces of Dream
The honest guy never could hide
His inherent chains
Pure before proof
Trouble your money 
The laborer and the end-crowd who transfer the 5a.m train
They...

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The Lion doesn't sleep tonight

What will you turn out to be 
There is always that monster in your dream
It knows you more than you know
It's...

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Vacation On Titan

options are always present and never employed
This poems too long though I hope you enjoy
See you on Saturn in 2 million years
 
Gentle...

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In midnight's grasp, a raven took flight,
Its ebony wings adorned with sorrow's might,
Through veils of darkness, it soared alone,
A haunting presence, to worlds unknown.

Its onyx...

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My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel...

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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What hallucinations I spy 
things skeletal defy… 

Intellectual apes as pale figures conspire expires 
in the deep dark pools of infinity. 
Do you, kin? 
Lost...

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Ravens dream 
Haunting forever stark
look to the moonlight dark 
house full of midnight
Feeling the magnetic wells
In pools of infinity 
dogs bark defiantly 
out into the...

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Divinities of stone 
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time 
to glossy cracked clocks. 
Black Boots step to the metronome. 
Before them dark skies become…
Into it...

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Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
            down into the darkness 
 ...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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Metal, blood, and mascara 

Half sunk a shattered visage lies,
A wrinkled lip, a sneer of cold command,
Of boundless and bare
Along the level, sands stretch far...

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It is 4 pm/ 
& i am at my raven desk,
turning my grief into love poems.

It is another season in July when rain moonwalk on...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged...

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