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Vino Brooze Poem
Listen to the river cane shifting in the wind
The black water twinkles under the moon's leering grin
Listen to the whisper of the sycamores rustling low
While something splish-splashes in the water's icy flow
Come a little closer, and look into the stream
Look upon this swimming girl with skin as white as creme
Her eyes beckon you forward and the eyes never lie
She sings a song that sounds as sweet as grannie's apple pie
Come on in and take a swim, the water is more than pleasant
The perfect thing to ease the pain of a wayward, wandering peasant
Sink into these loving arms of this pale, watery girl
To let her drag you to the depths and free you from this world
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Hot flashes of blue electricity
Burn and dance like sparks from a fire
As the ghost drifts slow through the wires
With a great, charging intensity
Floating through cyberspace, shadows drift
Like children lost in desolate woods
Their faces dissolved, their voices no good
Ev'ry trace of them melts in the mist
Thick and wet, this mist never dissolves
It sits fat and covers our endless sphere
"Drink all your whisky and drink all your beer!"
The ghost giggles, glows blue, and evolves
Swallowing data, swallowing all
Nothing is left, All is devoured
His soul blooms like some virtual flower
And his spirit's laugh is heard through the halls of Hell.
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In the dark cell of the monastery
Brother Ambrose chants his chant alone
With blue blood flowing through his arteries
And Holy Fire burning in his bones
Incense smolders with a mystical fragrance
And candles flicker before the Icon
But wet fog falls over God's creation
Caught in the coils of Satan's python
It coils and coils around the Earth
Crushing those bones and spilling that fire
Under the scalpel, the Planet gives birth
And the Celestials sing in an evil choir
Brother Ambrose whispers and whispers his prayer
Yet none hear their cry, save the Lord of the Air
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The leaves are dead and rotting
The fish buried under the mud
The bear is in his cave sleeping
Snow floats down from above
The Earth is solidly frozen
While my heart burns with such heat
For you, my love who was chosen
To deliver me from the deep
Deep, dark depths of solitude
Flash of lightning under the waves
The water churls and whirls into
A funnel of death and decay
Above, your own storm whirling
Black thunder clouds, howling winds
We send our Souls out hurling
To crash together and to blend
But what sweet blending it is!
The twist of our mutual storms
The sunrise of our hearts begin
Such bliss it is to see the morn.
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Ripplin' waves of fragrant smoke
Smell of something sweet on fire
Aroma of something maybe like...
...Metaphysical Boutique
Shufflin' 'round with my boots in the sand
Glass upside down, sand gettin' higher
Round the glowin' candle lanterns
Figures stand in long white sheets
Wreaths of flowers around their heads
Shining green and golden leaves
Ticking clocks and passin' hours
Till the Dreaming God wakes up from sleep
One by one, the stars are going black
Times moves forward, it never rolls back...
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