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The Mourning Path - St Louis Cemetery No 2

A tattered Calico traverses the crumbling corridor
dissecting a row of dilapidated sacred structures,
each uniquely indistinguishable from the next.

The wind carries an eerie refrain
as it whistles through the splintered stones,
white-washed to harbor their degeneration.

There's a fragrant stench of wilted petals
lying dormant in stagnant waste.
This potpourri of nature's compost
resonates from the marred receptacles
lining this mourning path.

Picket shadows serve no comfort
from the unbearable fervor
as it bakes these palaces of the deceased.

Irreverent voyagers marvel at its spectacle,
congregating within the blighted vestibules,
ignoring the pleas of sacrilege,
all to capture images for their own posterity.

Exit this city of the dead,
allow the mourners their serenity due.
Bestow the departed their wanted peace
and leave them to their gentle rest.

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Nocturnal De Vieux Carre' - Werewolves of the French Quarter

Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark,
prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the innocent.
Gas streetlights lay witness to this harrowing theater,
stretching shadows, slithering the alleys for a pristine morsel.
Moist from a recent offering, hunger demands fruition,
devouring the still beating heart prolongs one's existence.
Gnawing at the bone, consuming of the flesh,
ensuring nourishment 'til the next illuminating full Luna.
Before the dawn reveals this carnage of the night,
a solitary horse drawn cart wanders the curbs,
collecting the discarded remains of those ravaged,
harboring the rumors only locals know to be true.
Awaiting the ensuring engorged orb,
I endure, I thirst, I hunger.

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A Wondering Eye

Belaboring visions so mundane,
a neurotic mind desperately dissects their simplicities
to the verge of lunacy.
Searching for answers to endless queries,
every banal image becomes an elaborate quest
as this thirst absorbs all rationality.
Frame after frame stored in limbo
until each pixel is analyzed for its significance.
Serenity grates this phobia of delusion,
this obsession of one’s visions.
The restlessness of it all brings on insomnia,
which leads to further dementia.
A coup de grace is contemplated,
but its reality lacks fruition,
for it too necessitates reason.
The normality’s of our days
languish in those with a wondering eye.

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Tranquility On the Pontchartrain

At the shore’s edge of the Pontchartrain
a small barren peninsula protrudes
where a lonely couple gazes toward
the lighthouse perched at its end.
Its shadow partially obstructing
the bright pallet of a setting sun.
It precariously hovers on the horizon
for one last fleeting moment.
Its hues’ are awash by the mist
ascending each step of the seawall.
Just beyond, a sailing ship gracefully
glides along the crystal lake,
its sails waving a tranquil
and cherished farewell.

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Nature's Quilt

A congregation hovers effortlessly in chaotic unison,
then plummets within a cool graceful wisp. 
Anticipation abounds, for soon upon this flowing ridge
there will be a gathering,
an assembly of the descending flock.
An infinite palette of rusted hues 
shimmers through their transparent membranes,
each leaf uniquely indistinguishable.
They lie in a distinct disorder 
upon this panoramic canvas, 
a precise indiscriminate pattern to its weave. 
With one final brush of an Autumn’s wind,
we are offered the warmth of Nature’s quilt 
and this serene vision of its journey into Fall.

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Paradise

The sweet fragrant scent of a tropical mist
surrounds me as does your intoxicating lure.

The hues of the ocean are in your eyes,
they engulf me and draw me
into your warm embrace.

The blond of the sand is in your hair,
it tingles within my heart
as it flows effortlessly
through my outstretched fingers.

You are the pallet of my soul,
my inspiration of what love is
and though a seldom storm might occur,
you are my Summer’s day
and it is Paradise here with you.

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Repentance

Crossing lines of all the classes
We all come up with the same excuse
concealing eyes behind dark glasses
the lies we tell to hide abuse

What wicked thoughts must control
the splintered fragments of one's mind
scars disfigure a gentle soul
deep impressions are left behind

Echoing though shattered ears
silent screams within the crying
whispered secrets behind the tears
why must it end with someone dying?

The sorrow caused by this cruel hand
the disturbing images that remain
God, help me stop this horrid man
God, help me stop inflicting pain

God, help me stop
God, help me!

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Deserted Fragments

I stand alone pondering my existence,
my mind twisted, lost within my consciousness,
searching for memories soon forgotten.
I wrestle to obtain my own reality,
remembrances far from within my grasp.
Mundane thoughts elude my comprehension,
so minuscule, they transcend my ability to process.
My lapse of perception, the deserted fragments of my life,
queries of justification for my abandoned memories.
Why has this affliction absorbed my yesterdays?
Why does it control my being, my soul,
everything that once was my individuality?
I sit bewildered, my revelations scrolled on parchment,
attempting to preserve my own identity.
I futilely critique each line for my idiosyncrasies,
searching for my existence within my own words.

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The Path

With one sweep
a path has been laid,
a righteous one towards the truth 
that what we have and what we believe 
can be taken in an instant.
We know not what is before us, 
only where we have been, 
and that it has led us here,
to our crossroads.
We have been given the choice 
to wander in the direction of regret, 
or follow the path 
towards our salvation.
Let our Faith guide us,
for our journey has just begun.

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This Gentle Mourning

In an Abbey full,
a congregation still,
in awe of a Soul
beckoned by its Creator.
In solemn exchange
his joyous embraces,
his ever infectious smile
remains embedded forever,
for through his eyes
you are all family.
His heritage continues,
passing on through the arms
of those gathered in his name.
This gentle being,
filling the Souls
of the masses joined,
with one Heart
he is within us all.
Reflect upon his wondrous Life
as you pass through
this gentle mourning