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370 · Jun 21
The Dunes
Adagio Jun 21
The silent winds
whispering a breeze
of memories, yet unborn  
like a breath of air
inward against my face
with the scent of beings
on a journey across the dunes
167 · Jun 12
The Soul's Felony
Adagio Jun 12
𝐹𝓇𝒢𝑔𝓇𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒 π‘œπ’» π‘œπ’·π“ˆπ’Έπ‘’π“ƒπ’Ύπ“‰π“Ž  
π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“'π“ˆ π’»π‘’π“π‘œπ“ƒπ“Ž
π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ π“‚π“Žπ“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ“†π“Šπ‘’ π“†π“Šπ’Άπ“π’Ύπ“‰π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ
𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒢𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ‘œπ’Ύπ“
𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒢𝓉𝒽'π“ˆ 𝒸𝓇𝒢𝒻𝓉
π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ“…π‘’π“‡π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒾𝓃 π“‰π‘œπ“ƒπ‘”π“Šπ‘’      
π’Ύπ“ƒπ“‰π“‡π’Ύπ‘”π“Šπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’Έπ“Šπ“‡π’Ύπ‘œπ“Šπ“ˆ
𝒸𝒢𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒢𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’·π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’π“ˆ  
π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓉𝒽 π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒
π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“'π“ˆ π’»π‘’π“π‘œπ“ƒπ“Ž
132 · Jul 3
Subzero
Adagio Jul 3
SubzeroΒ Β 
Β  Β frozen whispers
Β hanging heavy
Β  Β like stalactites
Β trembling syllables
of Ouija
72 · Jul 3
Slow Burn
Adagio Jul 3
Slow burn of intimacy in a cold
room feeling breath of Fahrenheit
rising, reflecting the silence
listening to the soul dripping
the marrow of the cheekbones,
locked in rhythm, beneath
the stone of unspoken words
Adagio Jun 28
...a long time forgotten clock ticks slow
every whisper, a shadow from down below
with seeds of lost insanity now sown
a haunting fear of memories have grown
in corners of hummers screaming out loud
a long time forgotten weaving shroud
56 · Jun 22
Haunting The Monger
Adagio Jun 22
Gone are the wineskins, froth of youth and forgotten
souls, now ghosts fermenting in death, β€œFor the
Goodtimes.”As a chill wind blows with a prayer for the
dead beneath the ground, sowing seeds for the bones.
With a good still farthing, haunting the monger, β€œFor
the Goodtimes.”
49 · Jun 22
Upon The Bier
Adagio Jun 22
ᴜᴘᴏɴ α΄›Κœα΄‡ Κ™Ιͺᴇʀ α΄€κœ± α΄›α΄‘ΙͺʟΙͺΙ’Κœα΄›κœ± κœ°α΄ΚŸα΄…κœ±, α΄œΙ΄κœ±α΄˜α΄α΄‹α΄‡Ι΄ α΄‘α΄Κ€α΄…κœ±.
α΄›Κœα΄‡ α΄α΄€Κœα΄Ι’α΄€Ι΄Κ α΄…α΄€Κ€α΄‹ α΄€Ι΄α΄… ᴘᴏʟΙͺκœ±Κœα΄‡α΄… Κ€α΄‡κœ°ΚŸα΄‡α΄„α΄›ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ꜱΙͺΚŸα΄‡Ι΄α΄„α΄‡  
ᴘᴜʟꜱΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ᴑʜΙͺκœ±α΄˜α΄‡Κ€κœ±, α΄„ΚŸα΄α΄€α΄‹α΄‡α΄… ΙͺΙ΄ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ΙͺΙ΄α΄ ΙͺꜱΙͺΚ™ΚŸα΄‡
α΄›ΚœΚ€α΄‡α΄€α΄…κœ±. α΄‘Ιͺα΄›Κœ α΄›Κœα΄‡ κœ°Κ€α΄€Ι’Κ€α΄€Ι΄α΄„α΄‡ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏꜱꜱ. α΄€ ʀᴇᴍΙͺɴᴅᴇʀ
α΄›Κœα΄€α΄› α΄…α΄‡α΄€α΄›Κœ α΄€α΄‘α΄€Ιͺα΄›κœ±, κœ°α΄Κ€ α΄€ α΄Šα΄α΄œΚ€Ι΄α΄‡Κ ᴛᴏ α΄€ α΄…Ιͺκœ°κœ°α΄‡Κ€α΄‡Ι΄α΄›
α΄˜ΚŸα΄€α΄„α΄‡. ᴇɴᴅΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄‡α΄„Κœα΄α΄‡κœ± ᴏꜰ κœ±α΄›ΙͺΚŸΚŸΙ΄α΄‡κœ±κœ±. ᴜᴘᴏɴ α΄›Κœα΄‡ Κ™Ιͺᴇʀ
α΄€κœ± α΄›α΄‘ΙͺʟΙͺΙ’Κœα΄› κœ°α΄ΚŸα΄…κœ±.
45 · Jun 24
The Hoose
Adagio Jun 24
The hoose is quiet
clingin like wet peat coat
wit a kist o’ memories
some braw, some mirk
but mirk is here th stay
a constant shadow, a deid weight.
44 · Jun 23
Peace Cascading
Adagio Jun 23
…to silence within
soul’s humble abode
my mind’s inner sanctum
thoughts ebb and flow
like tides echoing
peace cascading
to silence within
Adagio Jul 3
In seance with the Ouija echoing  
of sins beneath the naked flesh  
wilding debauchery untold heart    

with the weight of unspoken words
each word drawn, breathless planchette
conjuring with the host

a truth buried in the forged darkness
with a tether worn harness to the dead      
whispering, "Hi de **"
Adagio Jun 25
…in my mind’s archipelago
my sanctuary of silence
discovering words within
thoughts with feelings
sincerely, my love
listening to the tides
echoing, to and fro
in my mind’s archipelago
37 · Jun 21
Needing Not A House
Adagio Jun 21
With weight of or making
    needing not a house
  a cooler host
to be haunted
    we carry our own ghost
  in corridors of the mind
unspoken words
    gathering dust motes
needing not a house
36 · Jul 9
Weeping Willows Bend
Adagio Jul 9
In twilight’s hush, where shadows pray,
For sweet Elinore, lost to day,
The weeping willows bend and sigh,
As silver stars blink in the sky.

The whispering wind calls out her name,
A fleeting touch, a ghostly flame.
Oh, where has dawn’s bright darling fled?
To silent halls, where none have tread?

The roses weep in crimson dew,
Their petals softβ€”their sorrows true.
The brook, once laughing, hushes near,
As if it waits for her to appear.

Yet still the nightbird sings her song,
A mournful tune, both deep and long.
β€œReturn, return,” the echoes plead,
But twilight holds herβ€”lost, indeed.

So shadows kneel, and prayers rise,
To guide her soul through star-strewn skies.
Oh, sweet Elinore, sleep so bright,
Cradled in the arms of night.
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