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The Dedpoet Mar 2018
....Anf you swallowed the stars
As I drank the last moon
And we assaulted the night,

Woman, perhaps the violent
Touch like a river winding
Into the ravine where no dawn
Touches,

Perhaps I will find you
There in the moist of dawn's lips,
Taken aback like a surprised flower,
And all the world is a black rose,

Here I hold you blackest night,
Where the light escapes
Your ***** and I enter the edge
Of nowhere and forever
Take in rain of deepest tears....

Echoes of the child
Lost in a first virgins moan,
Take the heart where it beats no more
And I will be there in the ember,
Each a glory unto your night,

Set it on fire,
The blaze of your body
Where the nocturnal lovers
Die,
And awaken like in a blaze
Reborn in the fiery night.
The Dedpoet Mar 2018
Passionate night
Regret the sun,
And I am my DNA
A father 99.99
Question is will I keep it
100?
You
The Dedpoet Mar 2018
My life is just a cataclysm,
And for the catalyst I am
Grateful.
You were there,
With me when the world
Died and we were
Reborn in a loophole.
Follow the procedure,
But you must be you
And the systematically
Engineed break down will
Melt down in the knowledge you
Know is there.
By the people,
We are for the people
And this country is the people.
We are still here
Take me to the grave with an
Extinguished banner
And hope will remain in what light
Has defeated,
Because even the stars glimmer
In absolution of lumminous
Conjuring.
All you need is hope,
And action in postulated
Destiny will reward the hard
Path ahead.
Be more.
The Dedpoet Mar 2018
It took the time,
And a masterful stroke
Is fulfillment;
Memory,
it's Grace in hardship.
The Dedpoet Feb 2018
And I am everything
In your aloneness,
Torn sorrows that bloom
In your cadence of tears,
I am grateful
For the pieces left intact....

Grace of a broken moon,
Woman among the Seasons
I see a greyness in Fall
And you are an echo
In the silent forever of my
Frozen sight,
Worthy of the hold
And your mournful touches,
Woman,. I can carry your pain.

It will be ok,
As I see you glimmer among
Dark stars,
The spectrum of your pain
Allows you to run to me,
I am the Spectre in the sad fields,
Grains that remain seeds
And a new beginning
Will leave me to find
Another broken dream.
  Feb 2018 The Dedpoet
Lady Grey
Red is rage
It’s the blood on the floor
The haze in your eyes
The words you spit through your tight face

But red is also passion
The burning fire that keeps us truly alive
The fierce desire for more
For better

The fire swirled against you
That passion was consumed by your conquest
And we burnt out
Like the blackened matches we are
Colors are often associated with emotions
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