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Light

the blood runs thin yet saturated with ideas
foreign and forgotten of home's idyllic nature
day's twinkle welcomed the white svelte blankets as
golden needles pierced deep through the fabric of her sky
the world's warm embrace held where happiness ebbed away
dragging and plodding until there was nothing left but
the last rain's cleansing nature

the world around was reborn
the rain washed my skin and soul
the blood that once ran iced thawed
the chambers broke free from rust
forever stained and broken
yet renewed and young
intersperse were the rays of gold beyond the
fields of fruition and hope
returning inside, dripping
i embrace absurdity
that was once my prison as
the once maddening stenches
run clean

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Weary Is My Mind

Weary Is My Mind

I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once, 

never again.

Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .

never again.

The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,

never again.

Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue

For Weary Is My Mind

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From Whence You Came

From Whence You Came

	Lie straight, lie bent
It is all the but smooth
The fur upon your back,
As your tongue rolls over
All the same, all the same

The eye quivers in sight
Behold! There comes nothing
But a sad, sudden light
Come forth! Forward, you go
For I am all the same
All the same, all the same

Warmth brightly tickles
Every standing fur on your back
Haste not away, for the warmth
Is not easily driven away
For it is all the same, all the same

Spiral inward and out
Come away and come again
I love you–the warmth
The lightness of your purr
The excitement lit in dull corners
For I love you all the same, All the same

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Augury

Augury; 
a sign of what will happen in the future; an omen:

Complacent the night lays above,
Unsure what the darkness lies of
Corners, cracks, and fields
Lies only the beasts that yield
Before the sunrise, yet to come
Never sure, but aware of some

The day passes to and fro,
Still gazing at what is below
“Worry not, friend or foe,
For we know the place to go!”
Why oh why, does it seem I feel, I know
Of what is to come but only sorrow?

A figure of feathers and black
Rises and falls upon the back
Of a statue covered in wine and rust,
From then, I need know what I must
The aching begins in my spine,
From it’s eye to mine

Sleep is not afforded, no, not once!
My night only fills with stings and grunts
My head spills around, as if–
As if there came unstoppable stunts
Of immense power through, only once
Only once I knew, only once

Tense and sweat, a fever broke out
From the medics to the priests, shout
“Hail all but fall with grace,
For this is no mistake!”
 Rising the wretched flame
Upon the innocent and tame

From the wind and ashes rising the bitter end
As there is something I must amend
For the tree yonder, over and hill and branch
Survives the actively dying, screaming ranch
Beyond the flame lies there, that tree–
The one, the only, only it must be–

The eyes from that very night
Staring down, empty of fright
Cold, ominous and pleasured
A grueling scene, cruelly measured
The one bore seventeen years ago
The Witch that only I know

The wind changed; the fire climbed
The grass receded; her smile refined
“I asked, you told, then I find
What is yours is also mine
Burn what I must, but you lied–
All found is only worth grime”

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Mind Of The Heart

“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”

Mind of the heart
	The veins throb and pounce at every thump and beaten drum
Pop-there it comes and goes, continuing down where that river flows
Unladen and unkempt, the wakening of such rapids began
Is it where, at the end of whirling stones, comes a figure such as God?

The ending is coming, near and feared–unknown is the heart, just as mind
Coils and clockworks flowing down the dripping sands of time
Began as it may, sand and sea mix furiously down the plummeting waters
The water carries, the sand shaves, and the rocks tumble with both their Aim

Lead far and wide, tumbling down–for those outside of the rapids discover themselves
For where God is, searching without anything other than might and dreams
But for who is outside of those sudden rapids–not all that wander is lost
But for those who are, outside of wind nor water, fire nor smoke, lead truly aimless

Founded cyclic and beautiful, a path led only by water and sand
Logic comes and burns, as love becomes furious and calm
We are not all lost, as one may say–but a path in unclear still to this day
God is near, and we are far–stray no longer but we follow our mind, as our hearts

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Stench

Dark red, luscious apples felled from her own tree long ago
Under the beaming sun plummeted with a soft, aching blow

The sweat drips and plops, scruple over a furrowed brow
Upon the discovery of rot that blackened her plow

“Has the wind gone mad–or am I the one insane?
Dirt and grime, high dry–surely the only way to explain”

Denial among hatred, she could not face–but under the murk, bits
Beneath, the snakes–surly and shabby—placed high their bids

The heat danced faster as the days passed far less paced
Her blonde hair bleached and pruned, but left one space

The temple on her right seemed blank and bruised
As a failed blow far too long past was nearly used

The magazine fell as she begins filtering the rot past her mind
She screams, shouts, yelps and cries, sobs of an animal forgotten by time

“I never meant for this to go–go and blow up like this!
I never meant. . . I never meant for me to hurt our kids.”

Too far from gone she was, behind silken white bars and drenched in ammonia
“I know, my love, but I must leave and forget you—may heaven forbid us, Aurora”

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Stranger

My end begins aimless
Nothing led by my steps
But my death led to greatness
So it was foretold. . . honor
Among my strangers

The graves dug around me grew numerous
Like flies to a corpse, rotten and forgotten above
My stone is headed but by one line,
“Honor was his path for he
Was washed in the grace of God.”

Among the aimless, the found
The dead and alive,
The named and forgotten
We are all but strangers
Using blood as our tag

The bodies laid before me are rinsed out and emptied
Lacking flesh and blood stained now with dirt
Upon the remains of, now forever wandering
Now nothing remains but a freshly painted slate
Of men who were strangers to themselves

The pond lies still,
Before me is a face
Bore with two holes
With a third above the left brow
“My God. . .” I said, “My God.”

Those golden fields once thought to be my reward
Was but a fantasy implanted long, long ago
Dying with honor without ever knowing my own name
And now I lay wake cold with fellow strangers
Who too were stuffed, and then hollowed

The wind frozen
The sun burnt
The grass dead
The rain flooded
The bodies gone

I misunderstood every trial before me
Before I knew who, I was there and gone
My reflection remains empty 
As my body turns to ash in the sudden wake of mine
The singularity that was my life – nothing.

“I am a stranger,
I was gone before I was there.
I was dead before
The great fire of life–
Burning away 
Down an endless path.
My name is null,
My body is used,
And here I lie before life
Before I ever knew
Who I was meant to be, and
Who my fellow strangers were. . .”