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Baseball ¾ Sleeves
Cases & Skins
I pin my wing’s against the wall, and hang there unable to fall.
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An Accentuated Beauty.
A Celtic woman with flowing red locks, / digs silently down by her thatched abode, / for a lost hand-me-down.
The Race For Freedom.
Redemption finds us wondering lost, along / the paths of memories of innocence,
It’s breath is mine, / and so I speak into it’s / endless eddies with a question / of why.
The Rebirth of Death.
We are as immutable as / time itself,
The Muse of the Senses.
The hangover, / will be hell.
The Story of Life.
Silence brings us forth / into a summer / of piercing musical / light,
Words form into ropes / tying my hands purpose / to wordless dreams,
Why? / Becomes my inherited / and my betrothed question
The Impotency of Democracy.
Empty slogan ism populates / our actions,
Sirens of the Weave.
I would project audibly, / my spirit, forthwith,
The House Wins.
Life is nothing but a casino / where the dice are loaded
the truth, / which is nothing to him
Death becomes my long / awaited lover
We Know Not, What We Do.
The ugliness of / those cursed with / the vestige of beauty,
Beyond The Lie Of Life.
a dream of hope / of life, / beyond death.
The Ghosts of Words.
Our voices are theirs, / their desires / we bare.
The Ink Of Time.
beyond the black well / of history.
My Heart Beats Upon My Flesh.
enriching my soiled hopes / for love.
A Winter- Land- escape.
Away from the heat of lies, / there is a land of snow.
Where Do We End?
Where do our muted thoughts travel to?
We are left alone as individuals / fighting for our lives / in the aftermath / of wars, / not our own.
my souls desire / gravitates towards / truth.
The Lost Fight.
The soul beats life / into dead flesh
Life For Lifes Sake.
they learn / of the love / that could have / saved them.
Orphans of the Past.
The black infertility / of death / is painted thus / upon our blind souls
The Corridors of Death.
We want all things / but we would share no thing,
towards a vision / of grace
A Bloody Story.
A singular heart / throbs / with it’s thousand curses
A Way to Fly.
I waken with / a way to fly.
We are dancing with dreams / not our own
How wonderful / the eye that is born
Flesh is all / that is left, / and it falls
A multitude of lost scribes
The Answer To Ourselves.
we are left with a question / of when will it end
The Gravity of Sin.
My veins, wormholes, / timeless pathways
My weaknesses / fall even beyond deaths / strengthening grasps / for my failing sight. / My own faltering demise / I would behold / with a…
Our Hidden Hearts.
Our actions gravitate / towards the world / in which we live.
Your Ego, My Soul.
I will live and die / in your memories of me
I see my own mind / in the reflection / of their purpose
Only a void / to be filled / with the memory / of colors lost.
Where are our hidden mirrors? / Where the light from our present sun, / shows us where we came from. / Its ray’s have fallen upon our…
I offer a question / born of hopelessness.
The Flower of Betrayal.
Is the end of a life it’s own answer / to it’s own question?
An Organic Death.
I am discarded thereafter / to the soil, as a seed
Rip open the wavelengths of space / so I can fall through time
The Stars Beckoning.
and beg of the stars / to tell me of their origins
The Molding of Perception.
Your beauty is carved out of the granite of / frozen perceptions.
Where Once The Stars Led.
our wavering beacons, our dreams do sate.
The Eternal Whomb.
Paint a bloody masterpiece
Eternity+ Eye =………………
nothing but the truth
the power to go on blindly
Sunken now are my dreams of treasure / upon such rocky shores.
I see the machinery of life / overriding the genius of mind.
Searching through generations
a sleep towards dreams
The Intoxication of Reality.
A mind most intoxicated / brings forth / a reality most desirable. / Where a mind most militant / brings forth / a reality most malignant. …
the compass of destinies
Key To Eternity.
Your memories of me become my soul,
A black velvet of dreams / I dream of, / to smother my reality / and subdue your absence.
Flood Of Promises.
I answer with a sigh, / and you forever, your love, / deny.
Underneath the Darkness.
Wisdom is not wasted upon the youthful,
Is the poetic telling of a lie better / than the plain telling of the truth?
The Joke’s On Us.
The reasons for your laughter / must now and forever be disclosed.
The Beginning Of Purpose.
purpose, destiny, work, life, humanity, will, soul, battle, eternity
the burgeoning, fetal buds / of forgotten hopes
Sitting on clouds of hopelessness
Upon what page doe’s our collective story wrest with it’s own death?
Missed The Fine Print.
I am at peace with my death now
Faith On The Rebound.
How fine the line we tread / how subtle our balance / over the gravity of thought. / The rope of reality is taught / and our crossing of it…
Hell gapes at my innocent longings / while heaven laughs at the folly / of my most profound desires
Writting Up The Dead.
Our heartbeats / but punctuation marks
The Infatuation Of Death.
I dig amongst furtive / longings for the true / meaning of your / beautiful lies.
I am induced into the drunkenness / of a world of lies.
To pass further away / from the sands of time
Principle Of Man/Woman.
For the principals / who corrupted us / are suffering more / than us.
Shards of hope / they blister and break
Enraptured was I, / by their heavenly call,
Highway To Hell.
Forgiveness overtaken / via the detour of deception.
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