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Eric Thomas Poem
Pious pies pilot pineapples to pricey plights
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Love of the heart;
Love of the mind,
Oceans apart
Never to rhyme
The heart,
While shadowing function
As fast as eruption,
Gives back for consumption
The mind,
So selfish and needy,
Brings Hell to the leaving.
Babes, helpless and teething
Love of the heart;
Or of the mind?
One needn't a chart
The other is blind
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Who you know was claimed
By the guillotine of clouds
When the neck touched dirt
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This reality is a titless girl:
Nothing to offer superficially;
But if I peeped under her breast,
I'd receive what'd put my soul to
rest.
Sadly, I haven't the greatest of
senses
To blow my fallible beliefs out of my
ear;
What's offered underneath will stay
in the rear.
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Not even Tisiphone looming could invoke the fright this fury leaves etched across my spine
Olympus' indignation will not leave me in spiritual paralysis like She
(Shch, shch, shch) severing my Atlas, losing my mind--I can't carry these melancholy skies
Her voice, even in its brevity, balmbarded me with an inward rise of Dawn's rosey-red fingers
Now, Her silence--Her silence sings a delyreous epic of what I couldn't help, but destroy
--Without Her, I feel like Telemachus futiley fending off suitors alone
Promises to not fly too close to Helios: broken glass under a blind woman's feet
Like Perseus, I'll face whatever evil's Cracken; although, a life without Her, I'd rather be the Nemean Lion
Ebony Aphrodite, whose tone leers at me with a Medusa gaze
I wasn't Cronos; although, I was, in this gracious goddess' eyes, titanic
However, it now appears I've corroded our thread; easier for the Fates to cut
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Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.
"...I can feel my insides rotting..."
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Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept
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Tail of paranoia slices the sky.
Feet anchored as the thought: "I will die."
Heart beats like hysterical laughter,
Repeditive like flies on a mirror.
Watching for the crown of slith'ring disease.
Contractions needed for malice to breathe.
And the short, seared screams of wics to be.
Yet, no keyhole manifested.
The Sun didn't take to Earth to crawl.
'Twas not a bomb for annihilation.
But space's longing to stimulate.
Curiosity was snuffed in fear's quake.
It's de-evolutions creation
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(Picture Perfect)
Mere minutes until the end
This radiant perfection will not last
Shadows of trees will not cringe
They reach for the oily colour of
grass
Made by nat'ral green and white-
goldish gleams
Tranquility, what I barely grasp
This scene discarded by urban
steam
Moments like these, everything stills
Moon's quick to clean Sun's artful
spill
Silhouettes turuned b'ings now
desire
To consume skies left blue and black
'til filled
Abduction by time was rapturous
light
Twilight gives wings for euphoria's
flight
That moment of evening bliss is
gone
Now Night's inhabitants sing
reverent song
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