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Eider down feathers
fall down around me
like snow from the sky,
I raise my arms
turn in a circle
and take in
the wanton
tempest
of my fury,
A lampshade flung
against a wall,
the base cracked,
the shade torn,
the bedside table
battered and rammed
against a dresser
like an abusive husband’s wife,
The mirror shattered
into a million pieces,
each one reflecting
a mask of rage,
someone I don’t recognize
glares back at me
from the ice like bits of glass,
The mattress ripped open,
springs popping out
like a hundred jack in the boxes,
only there were no jacks
or any boxes,
just rusted,old springs
flopping around like fish
in a sea of impotence,
And now,
with the pillows
sliced and flung
about the room,
a calming rain of feathers
slowly falls around me,
And I am at peace once again.
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A winged figure flies alone.Searching for the one he calls his own.Softly whispering to the
girl of his dreams,sitting there on the rock by the stream…
…She looks into the crystal depths,where past ,present,and future is kept.In her mind
memories drift in and out.She listens now to someone else’s shouts…
…A winged figure stands alone,watching his love in a pain of her own…
…The pain of seeing and knowing.The years of heartache are showing.The lines etched in
her face are deep,and her violet eyes are troubles keep…
…But the fire burns within her still.It gives her hope and strengthens her will…
…She prefers to be alone these days,secluded in her forest maze.The visions aren’t so bad
out here.The silence helps to keep her mind clear.
But there is one thing she doesn’t understand.Why the visions don’t come with the strange
meloncholy man?A striking figure who moves with grace,always a sad smile upon his face.
He visits her sometimes at night.Then disappears as if he took flight.But she doesn’t question
where he’s from.She tends to feel lighter when he comes.
A little of the burden is lifted.He says she’s not cursed but gifted.He seems to feel her pain as
if it were his own.A kindred spirit,maybe,perhaps she’s not alone.
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The smoke from my cigarette
drifts in a lazy curl,
Shapes start to appear
as I watch it rise and unfurl,
Look,a stallion
racing towards the sun,
And there, a noble knight
meeting his maiden won,
There’s a dancer twirling
on her toes,
as the tip of my cigarette
burns and glows,
I watch the characters
as if on a stage,
acting out a Shakespearean page,
Look,there’s Proteus
and Ophelia ,too,
And poor Othello,
deceived and fooled,
I watch as puck
bespells the wrong eyes,
And the Fairy Queen
with a jackass lies,
It’s like a dream
upon a midsummer’s night,
There’s Hamlet,
Juliet,
And my favorite,
‘Twelfth Night’
Then the players bow out
as my cigarette burns down
And I return to reality
with a smile and a frown…
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Come,slake your thirst,
For I am the chalice from which you drink each night.
I burn through your body like liquid fire,
Travelling its fated course.
Come,slake your hunger,
For I am the delicacy set atop your table.
A pearl upon its oyster bed,
Awaiting the ultimate discovery of being plucked-
Yet ,stay your hand ,sweet prince,
For I shall be savoured as such.
Come,rest your tired bones,
For I am the feathered pillow beneath your head.
I am the satin sheets that slide against your skin each night
Caressing your every inch, stimulating your every nerve,
Come,awake sweet prince,
For I am the ray of light that shines across your face.
And every path your foot shall take,
Will be illuminated.
So Come,sweet prince,
For you shall never stumble.
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Aimlessly spinning,
Need a place to center,
A continuous obsession,
Only one thing will content her,
Systematic searching,
Doesn’t seem to be working,
She only finds static,
And her life becomes erratic,
Her world begins to crumble,
And through this maze she stumbles,
Into the wrong hands,
She blindly turns,
Torn again,
When will she learn?
So many times her hearts been slain,
The only thing constant in her life is pain,
Now which way will she turn?
Will she once again be burned?
Will she chance the great unknown?
Or be content to be alone?
Then, disillusioned,she walks straight into the sun,thinking it’s the moon,
And she screams, and she cries, that she knows ,love is coming soon.
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Violet eyes
Full of sadness
Tears she cries
On the verge of madness
Her auburn hair
In disarray
She only wants
To find the way
The sun is too bright
Darkness her friend
She sits and she wonders
When is the end
The circles under her eyes
Tell of her sorrow
And she wonders if she wants…
Another tomorrow.
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A spiritual connection
that crosses all divides,
A light that shines in every corner
where every shadow hides,
A dream that’s shared
by kindred souls
and felt by phantom hands,
A lover known,
but not yet met,
far off in distant lands,
A wealth of knowledge
in just one look,
if only I could see,
My saving grace
who slays the dragon
and rides the night with me.
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I miss you when your gone,
Like the undead miss the dawn,
I fade when your away,
Like darkness without the day,
I'm a fraying netted mesh,
Like A phantom without the flesh,
I'm a flint without the spark,
Like a nightingale without the lark,
I'm a rose without a thorn,
Like a wolfs howl...so forlorn,
And then I see your face,
And it all vanishes without a trace,
And when I'm in your arms,
Your light,my darkness,warms!
I miss you!
I love you,Tosh!
Forever and eternity!
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Darkness calls.
Dare I listen?
Love has fled from me.
My hands shake.
The tears glisten.
There’s tremors in my knees.
The light fades.
Gloom threatens.
The shadows are closing in.
The fear chokes.
My heart beats faster.
Panic is setting in.
The light is gone.
The darkness has won.
There is nothing in this place.
I long for the shine,
That loving glow,
Of the light upon your face.
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Alas! I cannot endure this pain
you cast upon me like a beast his burden.
Weighed down by such a heavy load,
I stumble upon your hurtful words.
I fall ever further behind ,
as you disappear into the distance.
Only once did you deign to look back,
and I was shocked by what I saw.
Your eyes no longer sparkled with innocence.
Your hair was lustrous no more.
The spell you weaved upon me was fading,
For you were no longer that sweet little girl.
Now your eyes were like a black abyss.
Serpents were your hair.
Your lips bled with the blood of my wounds.
Ears deaf to my frantic cries.
I see you clearly now ,
in all your vile glory.
Lilith,
The consumer of men,
Devourer of souls.
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