Isaace - Hello Poetry

How I lament the days I spent Lost in sunlight reverie; Now long gone, replaced by shrines: Mechanised futurity. Listless days of cold torment Strain my endless memory, And those who live eternally Live outside reality. Wanton hatred lays its seed Within my throat substantially. Nightfold era casts a shadow Over Earth-cell depravity.

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May 14

May 14, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC

Nightfold Turney

How I lament the days I spent Lost in sunlight reverie; Now long gone, replaced by shrines: Mechanised futurity. Listless days of cold torment Strain my endless memory, And those who live eternally Live outside reality. Wanton hatred lays its seed Within my throat substantially. Nightfold era casts a shadow Over Earth-cell depravity.

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I was within an echo chamber of the mind, somnambulant to the sound of Charlie Parker and his bebop four-beat boys— this was our New Orlean lagoon on the outskirts of a New York chaise longue. Doo-wop and schwing were a recurring dream and the cat was a proficient pianist. Uncooked eggs are alive. I took my old lady home and we made purple love. That night the bar was empty, except for two lonely musicians and some ***** blues. The Club of Gore was also empty— inside the dive we could smell sunset exaltation.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC

The Folklore of Jazz

I was within an echo chamber of the mind, somnambulant to the sound of Charlie Parker and his bebop four-beat boys— this was our New Orlean lagoon on the outskirts of a New York chaise longue. Doo-wop and schwing were a recurring dream and the cat was a proficient pianist. Uncooked eggs are alive. I took my old lady home and we made purple love. That night the bar was empty, except for two lonely musicians and some ***** blues. The Club of Gore was also empty— inside the dive we could smell sunset exaltation.

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Warping the wretched, weeping, withering, whimpering, winding, ritualistic roots of root-born darkness, moonlight remains an eyesight in a shrouded domain, suckling upon the eyesight of longitudinal lunar forefathers, those who stepped forth upon the clay cataclysm and witnessed the construction of the titanic blocks of proto-concrete which situate themselves within The City of the Singing Flame.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 7:17 AM UTC

Moonlight Remains

Warping the wretched, weeping, withering, whimpering, winding, ritualistic roots of root-born darkness, moonlight remains an eyesight in a shrouded domain, suckling upon the eyesight of longitudinal lunar forefathers, those who stepped forth upon the clay cataclysm and witnessed the construction of the titanic blocks of proto-concrete which situate themselves within The City of the Singing Flame.

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Slick-sliding amphibian skin-back Orchestrates crocodilian chains. Reptilian jailers appear in chambers— I remain, chained. Serpent sits 'pon vertical pools, Croaking accentuation of cell domain.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 6:16 PM UTC

Our Amphibious Jailers

Slick-sliding amphibian skin-back Orchestrates crocodilian chains. Reptilian jailers appear in chambers— I remain, chained. Serpent sits 'pon vertical pools, Croaking accentuation of cell domain.

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Withering sidles the prison from beyond the walls; pendulums practice the renunciation of nocturnal effervescence. Symbiosis fosters, as sorrow ferments— accumulation laughter is within me. I abstain from the madness of these the cells, therefore I am severely punished by my reptilian jailers. They tighten my chains: shackles of Earth-cell domain.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC

Our Reptilian Jailers

Withering sidles the prison from beyond the walls; pendulums practice the renunciation of nocturnal effervescence. Symbiosis fosters, as sorrow ferments— accumulation laughter is within me. I abstain from the madness of these the cells, therefore I am severely punished by my reptilian jailers. They tighten my chains: shackles of Earth-cell domain.

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Many laugh and many sing. Many a mouth sits agape with a cheek-to-cheek grin. Fire stirs the air as the acrobats swing— Elephants weep with a tusk-to-tusk grin. The freaks and the clowns sit amidst lurid lights Applying their faces with a cheek-to-cheek grin. Construction of their masks: Aided by the conjure of the worlock sorcerers, Those who draw salt from the air and harbour apparitions. On stage now: Rotondo, the clown! He dances, naked— with an ear-to-ear grin— Rubbing his ballsack-belly, Penetrating the mind of the big-top ring, Shrouded by the coiling laughter of an audience who yearn for the lights of deformed suffocation As Rotondo, the clown, paints a new face and ushers in a parade of freaks and deformed grins.

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Jan 14

Jan 14, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC

Das Zirkuszelt

Many laugh and many sing. Many a mouth sits agape with a cheek-to-cheek grin. Fire stirs the air as the acrobats swing— Elephants weep with a tusk-to-tusk grin. The freaks and the clowns sit amidst lurid lights Applying their faces with a cheek-to-cheek grin. Construction of their masks: Aided by the conjure of the worlock sorcerers, Those who draw salt from the air and harbour apparitions. On stage now: Rotondo, the clown! He dances, naked— with an ear-to-ear grin— Rubbing his ballsack-belly, Penetrating the mind of the big-top ring, Shrouded by the coiling laughter of an audience who yearn for the lights of deformed suffocation As Rotondo, the clown, paints a new face and ushers in a parade of freaks and deformed grins.

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Sulymann convenes at foot of Root Tree, Where Sun mounts noon, disguised as late June. Mediums of noon become middleday: A harvest of scales from the sons of Dragoon. Earth-painted stasis constructs ornate faces Sat by Sundial from noon 'til chimpanzee congregoon. Fungal trajectory of root-born night Summons morn-became-noon as sight conjures light.

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Jan 2

Jan 2, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC

The Sundial

Sulymann convenes at foot of Root Tree, Where Sun mounts noon, disguised as late June. Mediums of noon become middleday: A harvest of scales from the sons of Dragoon. Earth-painted stasis constructs ornate faces Sat by Sundial from noon 'til chimpanzee congregoon. Fungal trajectory of root-born night Summons morn-became-noon as sight conjures light.

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Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey.

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Nov 26, 2025

Nov 26, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC

Constantine, Noble Geoffrey

Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Father Geoffrey, bless me— Bartholomew. Constantine, noble Geoffrey. Constantine, noble Geoffrey.

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Robotnik soul-clocks, we are evolving; Technological has lifted our metallic hand. Soul-clock robotnik is revolving— Transhumanistic retaliation of pineal gland. Congregation spawns mechanical Sun Which orbits unprogrammed lands. I have copulated with cybernetic mother! We shall suckle on her nipple-node, Experiencing REM as we enter her RAM! Helman's donkey; everlasting journey— I have entered realms of computation strand! Cold womb mechanism enables robotnik-cunt closing; Beneath old servers reside shadow lands. Pollution churns and corrupts the system! The barren seas echo scorched sand.

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Nov 26, 2025

Nov 26, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC

Transhuman Descent

Robotnik soul-clocks, we are evolving; Technological has lifted our metallic hand. Soul-clock robotnik is revolving— Transhumanistic retaliation of pineal gland. Congregation spawns mechanical Sun Which orbits unprogrammed lands. I have copulated with cybernetic mother! We shall suckle on her nipple-node, Experiencing REM as we enter her RAM! Helman's donkey; everlasting journey— I have entered realms of computation strand! Cold womb mechanism enables robotnik-cunt closing; Beneath old servers reside shadow lands. Pollution churns and corrupts the system! The barren seas echo scorched sand.

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I pass through its essence— Possessions of a fragmentation token. I signal to Creator, He who watches the apparitions echo in chimes; Separation from by-the-being In the dripping with torment— remains of repent. Stained waters subsequently deliberately clear In accordance to Godhead.

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC

Signals

I pass through its essence— Possessions of a fragmentation token. I signal to Creator, He who watches the apparitions echo in chimes; Separation from by-the-being In the dripping with torment— remains of repent. Stained waters subsequently deliberately clear In accordance to Godhead.

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