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The first day of many, more to come. / Like the dates carved into those stones. / Permanent, fleeting, eternal, and fading, / Beautiful. To…
Against a stoney country wall, / I pondered you, our love, our fall, / And drew anew what I could recall, / When it hit me like a truck.
Sensualities of Ormo
Let us moan and mumble together, / Under a blanket, from the box you opened, / And hurry to your satisfied end, / Before the security gua…
Betrayal of the Ormo
Scribblings of the Ormo
A Tinman, Swindled
“There is nothing there within,” / She sighed. / “There is nothing there within. / He is hollow, cold and safe, / In his armor made of tin.”
What Greater Treasure?
In the depth of the night, / I can feel my final heartbeats pounding hard. / As I drift from this life, / I’ll float high upon the…
My arms are empty now. / My heart is full, and how / Can I let another moment pass? / I cannot let a moment pass, / Without telling you…
The Resurrection of Ormo
The great dark shadow of Ormo, / Fell over her face and her hands, / And with a mighty quiver and release, / The spirit of Ormo was expe…
Just To See Her Face
I had seen her on a Wednesday, / Red shoes crossing the wet street. / Blonde hair, blue eyes, red shoes, / Long raincoat down to her feet.
Her blonde hair flashes over my face, / As she bites her bottom lip and cries out, / A rebel yell into the wild night, / With her white h…
After the Fall
I cast my eyes to the tapestry of night. / His voice calling me from emptiness to emptiness, / Those penetrating eyes following me… /…
The Fall of Ormo
See, Ormo was his dearest friend, / All the way to his very sad end. / “It’s all right, Igbo,” Ormo would say, / “I…
I once was asked, / Which flavor I favored, / Of the Neopolitan design. / Do I favor the chocolate, / The strawberry, / Or vanilla, of …
I long for the beads, / Of sweat upon my brow, / And sweet kisses of sun on my skin. / I long for the knots, / Of burrs on my laces, / As I…
The Short Barrage of Ormo
It was he who charged the velvet gates, / And peeled the peach into the light.
The Call of Ormo
Your voice ever present in my ears. / That endless hum of song, / The restless tune from within, / That stirs and fevers my blood.
But a few paces on the floor, / A round of knocks battered the door. / And shook the pictures on the wall. / As he peeked through the peep…
Mockery of the Ormo
Let us sing the songs and praises of the Ormo.
“Oh, but all the hells! / Tell the priest to ring the bells!” / The people heard the mayor yell, / As her shadow passed his doo…
I could say I have my reasons, / And tell you I meant this to be. / Or simply speak the truth, / In the hopes that you may see.
And if you ever open the door, / And I hear you cross the floor, / And you say, ‘I am sure.’ / Then…
Such Is The Way
A blade stabbed deep into the snow, / Near vanquished hero’s hand, His foe / absent of life’s tender glow: / Such is the way I love.
I love you, because my heart tells me I have no choice.
I Don’t Believe in Magic
I don’t believe in magic, but in your presence I’m possessed.
Her loving, beckon chance, / Through her gentle gaze enchants, / Ensnares me, her gallow / Lifts me gently off my feet.
Naked people. Somewhat.
Loves first tender embrace.
To My Love
Thanks for nothing.
Ode to Bacon
Bacon is a juicy bit…does it lure you in?
The Whisperings of Ormo
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