#evidenthalo
Running from something
Noises in shade
Shape shadow
Covered in sounds name,
Speak in creaks...
...hear: and wonder what if:
It came up behind you... and held you in grip.
A thing of dark
Undiscovered, never seen
Perhaps grown in the fertile soil
Of runaway dreams.
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So run through the courtyard
And pray the door opens,
And isn't the cavern
To the mouth in it's head.
So run through the courtyard!
And feel the door open
Just pray it isn't
To the mouth in it's head.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
Dance with me, just one more dance
the song has ended,
But twice is what I need.
To hold you close to me again-
And really take you in and breathe.
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What you are rests upon my cheeks,
And my heart is patched and pauses grief.
What you are, rests upon me.
You and I again.
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You look so beautiful,
Today, tomorrow, an hour before.
I spin you for a second time,
As your dress softly scrapes the floor.
Seeing you a second time
Is what I needed more.
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Coming to an end, I cant let you go
Because when I do you'll see the tears in my eyes.
I cant let you go- because...
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I need our last dance...
Twice.
I need that last embrace again,
To be breathtakingly just as tight.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
And so she cried,
To be wanted- loved.
To find hands to caress and hold her up,
To wash her face and love her spine
Bound in skin and leather- stare
To fold her paragraphs, to hold each leaf.
Letters fair and finding want:
Set in stare, sat upon
To sit and wait for her young man fair
Her;
She was waiting there.
Need for one;
To open and look
To: Inside her soul; to be her rook.
And in time...
As it stole-
(As it does)
Brought dust and dirt and careless love,
Broken crystal sphere dream
Never came the true one-
Seemed to ignore her there-
She: Unseen.
He: always there, but never was.
He: wanting not for foot
Never placed it near her root
And was; and not, in time and trace.
And still forever longing was she-
To partake of him
Her,
He: His countenance to grace.
Fair moon, fair moon!
Dim and waning
Waning- winding
"This tear so great, my pages scarce."
Wished this one:
For now, forever foreign touch.
And called for me on that eve
I heard her cry
To her I went- I walked, every step wider and wider stride
Motives unknown, childlike in snout
Left judgement at foothold of her home.
I grasped her- her spine
I her loving debutante
And she with me to strike
The dusty and forgotten road.
Perhaps in time I too may give
A story of my own journey amiss,
But for now...she: I am devoted
To finding her, her place
For her to find a careful hand
To care for her to-
Love each ampersand.
Love each stroke of her lips,
To know each page from her diary- that now does drip.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Her King
Her father
He, a God in his own right.
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An emissary for peace
He; loved by all, and had no counter-part
He was her father
And she his princess.
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Long after still these memories stirred
She being carried on his shoulders
Shortly so, and rightly so
So was love, and love thereafter
She his princess and none thereafter.
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This woman with no master
Had her father's will
She was bound by spirit strength
Bound by indomitable will.
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And so the king lived,
Carried his princess upon his shoulders
And soon thereafter- her time to lead
Was still carried upon his shoulders.
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And she thereafter had sons, in this- this studious manner
And so there was peace in this land, and all they touched thereafter.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Harness the sun.
-
I have in my holster
A ball of light
Hold it tightly!
Burn every soul
All are cold,
The world is night.
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With the power of might
The sun at my side,
(Fearful fearful.)
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Infinite energy
I have in my holster
The sun of all light
The sun is stinging: I with it's might.
The power I weild is the power of light.
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It cries for revenge
But I'll not let it go further
I am the matter, the sun in my holster.
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Scream! Gutteral roar!
The cry of the nations!
The sun in my holster.
Power is power-
My frame unshaken!
In my holster- the infinite sun
The infinite God,
The sun of all suns.
Defense isn't needed
With the sun in my holster
The God I've succeeded, the sun will not smolder
The God I succeed:
The sun in my holster.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Alone.
So very alone.
The echoes in my mind
Reflect back, and I hear.
"Alone.
"So very alone."
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I can't very well understand.
Why it is or why,
I cant.
But what I know is simple, im reminded very slow
I'm alone,
So very alone.
At days end im just the same as I was
Alone.
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Off in the distance I see,
Those who are very near to me.
And yet I do not know them, or cannot grasp
Their clothing in these hands.
I hear the voice inside my mind,
Cry to itself as it weeps inside
It says:
"Alone!
"So very alone!"
"So where to go, shall we go?!
"That we might not be alone?"
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
Two palms
In it- what's in it!?
Touch on touch-
Five on five.
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A wall in-between
Touching not them
But concrete dust and heat.
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Why was this built?
Why this to exist?
One cannot break with lonely two fists.
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I only have two, just two.
And I miss.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Not enough breath to breathe anymore,
Not enough strength to heave anymore.
Retching that thing into the sink,
Wretched call on the telegraph-
Morse code rapping and tapping upon the sink.
Pounding away at muscle and vet,
Unbelief in the idea of death-
Slowly rests as a crown on head.
Hard-line in a closing stall
Best of all- sold out, capital fall
Production has ended on all accounts,
A poison fountain now springs out.
And as the sickness becomes-
Both a synonym for you; and for disturbed
Spile: not mild ash within
Spills over: magma dharma
Pray it will end.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Skittish;
Brim fish.
Bottle open,
Dichotomus elopen'.
Brim fish-
Quite skittish.
Sees us
Fears this.
Great hand
"Reaching towards us!"
Hands have hurt
And have squeezed-
Have let us go
And forsaken our needs,
Hands have hurt
(Hands have healed)
Hands have cut our skins like bright orange peels.
Skittish fish
Stuck lip.
Skittish fish
May as well been whipped.
Skittish fish
(Hungry dish.)
Brim fish
Has a wish
To grow teeth
And be vicious.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
"And her, and her lime green hair
Calamax, oh Calamax:
The sister fair.
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She estranged
From her throne
Had thoughts, and thoughts
Her neighbors grown
To runaway
To newfound grass
Intermediate memory
So she passed.
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Flighty and light
Her steps were made,
Made meaningless strides
Eventually which dug her grave.
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In time she added
All she did need
Every each day
She found feed,
Foal she was
Foolish and dirt
Likely to lose.
Her life-
Inert.
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In path she was
To kingdom fame
To find reknown,
In gold so vein,
In this it was
And always will be
A forigen concept,
To the narrator: me.
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"Calamax,
Your beauty full,
Come to home
Our cart to pull."
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"Calamax,
We entreat you so
Rest with us,
A new home we'll be-
Stay and see."
This: their words,
Their strategy.
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And soon she lay
Upon the road
The same she traveled
To escape ailing abode
In deep well she was
In cast: sad lot
Her feet bare, breathing stop.
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Her talent took
Her far away
From family,
And daybreak smell
Sold upon
Life's errs and cracks
Her soul we mourn:
Oh, Calamax!"
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC