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#banishment
*“I broke the fangs of the wicked and snatched the victims from their teeth.”* — Job 29:17 O’ vampiric devils cast out into the night; abhorred by the sun, and shunned by the cross! Forcefully banished by the Lord’s great might, O’ vampiric devils cast out into the night! Your ravenous nature; the forefront of our plight, so hang your heads low, and mourn grace’s loss. O’ vampiric devils cast out into the night; abhorred by the sun, and shunned by the cross!
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Nocturnal Damnation.
about a year ago the doctors ordered me to return, put down the tablet, cease driving, stay seated, you a skinny hair from dying, the drop dead unkindly kind, come back to the city, there’s an operating table Resy~reserved just for you, the menu we will decide, two or three courses, but for the summering on your sheltering isle, where the lapping waves sounds of the sound, the greenery calming befuddles your senses is ended, the congress of animals too  have ordered your dispatch back to the hubbub of pizza parlors, nail salons & bodegas, and we will slice and dice, drawn up plans to redirect the arteries and veins that you’ve spent good money, lazy years clogging & ******* sending you back after you’re  in fighting trim, and and recommence dialogus with the sun, sky, animals, the water and the waves, and write of peace of mind, knowing that your body, too, is at peace, but not at rest, and let the writing begin again, with a refreshed perspective, and re-greet old friends, Hafiz and Whitman, who were left behind in a hasty departure, your retreat is ended and now, a new re-treating of the soul, to match a newly refreshed body postscript: *where is shelter? why, within and without…both needed, in happy juxtaposition*…
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May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC
Banishment and Return to the Lovely Isle (2024)
What is a servant without master? Naught but a tool lacking purpose. Pathetic and broken thing. A shipwreck in an empty desert. Lonely jester at a graveyard. Drowning in a sea of own tears. Suffocating in the plain air. Crushed by a hungry void. Dying hope of a little light Flickering in a sea of darkness.
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Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
Stranded Angel