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PurplePanache Nov 2018
The cold sun spits into the face of Day
His icy hands ***** my ****** soul
Come night, with thine desires, black and clean
Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet
The cold sun spits into the face of Me
PurplePanache Oct 2018
Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes

Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of

Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)

So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire
PurplePanache Oct 2018
Day hums his favourite tune
An octave of perfect rhyme
Oh but closely do listen
A cacophony of azures
Or even a shade of white
Or black
Like a fringe of lace on a firm shore, although cold
Like a blaring orb, glaring
Yet ignored
And yet burning into souls

Oh but around do look
Whites and blacks have greys too.
PurplePanache Oct 2018
I wrote a poem once
A harbinger of my arrival
Soil drowned in ink
I watched it gasp for brearh
Soil drowned in blood
A harbinger of my departure
I wrote a poem once.
this poem can be read downwards or upwards-or even both. It is cyclic
PurplePanache Oct 2018
Oh the devil hath found
                                          Interpreting perverse anomalies
Oh the devil hath found
                                         May you sphacelate you worthless antiquity
Oh the devil hath found
                                You reek of cigarettes and unfrequented deliriums
Oh the devil hath found
                                          What pandemonium!

Oh the devil hath found
                                           An oasis in a wasteland
Oh the devil hath found
                                           A humanoid dichotomy
Oh the devil hath found
                                        A sought after moral wreck
Oh the devil hath found
                                           Love.



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....Que le diable et son amant se chargent........
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PurplePanache Oct 2018
The stars are quiet
But sometimes we like to talk
Now and then I shine
PurplePanache Oct 2018
Rain laughs mirthlessly
As sun burns his gory smile
A Dreamer will die
my first haiku
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