Funeral Visionary Poems

I am cold and I drive myself away
From a grave made of clay
With yellow-colored edges,
And the earth as its lid.
	
I am cursed to accept myself...
A...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Lurching out of the door into darkness 
A street full of people, bodies pass n collide

Plunging from dark to light!

Not looking at or thinking of...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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And demons scream
Into the crowded sky
Of lands built in absence of mind
Of neon dreams, diners,
Haunted Malls n parking funeral lots
A ghost nation walking the wastes
Of...

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Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin 
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.

I feel that dry course texture of alabaster...

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the forest is silent and deep 
we transverse the seasons of sleep 
the depth of unknown regions 
in our collective darkest past 
silent and deep...

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Dark clouds rise high, gathering overhead 
a throng of gods sit in their silent, 
mysteries.

A black funeral pyre…

Darkly shedding tears, 
rainfalls cold, drifts down alone...

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I have collected strange things… 
In this obscure life…

I have placed them in 
Little Black Onyx Boxes old and ornate covered 
inlaid with exotic stones,...

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Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds
Watching things spin
Listening to graveyard voices
Of owls and bats…

On tombstones, I sit!
I see things that should not be.
Things that...

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