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"unsanctified" poems
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch— Praying that I might be Worthy—the Destiny— The Swarthy fellow swam— And bore my Jewel—Home— Home to the Hut! What lot Had I—the Jewel—got— Borne on a Dusky Breasty— I had not deemed a Vest Of Amber—fit— The ***** never knew I—wooed it—too— To gain, or be undone— Alike to Him—One—
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The Malay—took the Pearl
In the morning, they shriek their arrival with a cry of effervescent doom before the dawn has so much as shed a sliver of light into my room Standing tall, these birds of black feathers, dark and deathly apparitions perch upon the pallad bust of my building with malevolent intentions They stalk my daytime landscape with the cunning of a thief reminding me, enticing me with the chaos just beneath I've no chance to enjoy the daylight when they cast their shadows on the ground These Ravens flock together silently as if immune to sound They are the Birds of Eventide, the witnesses of the ****** and derelict Brash and unsanctified, no one can hide from the portents they predict And around me, the people walk unbidden, hearing not this beacon's call These subtle squawks are voices that talk on the horrors of The Fall I listen to their Eventide prelude, my soul trembling at its core because I can't pretend that I can't hear the message anymore...
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
The Birds of Eventide
The battlefield long now cleared of corpse, blood and gore. Belay the epic truth they tell, knee deep in history and wars. Dead stacked like cords of wood, burnt on unsanctified fires. Log by log of rigored souls sent the flames up higher. years later make shift morgues sat 'bout to hold the fallen heroes. Kept in dungeons and deeper colds, till springtime thaw for burials. Those that live on to build and keep recording life. Never thought once and all war would end their daily strife. So it goes, axe to sword, Cannon to machine gun. Scud missles to nuclear. Who will be left to say they won?
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 10:30 AM UTC
One Patch Of Earth
This thing—unsanctified, uncertified (Reminiscent of an old, familiar sweater Comfortable, perhaps a bit threadworm here and there, Yet wholly functional) Has become unwound, Not in some spectacular supernova Replete with shouting and finger-shaking, But slowly, almost imperceptibly becoming patchy and care-worn Until such point it no longer provides much In terms of comfort or warmth, A failure of evolution more than an excess of passion, A matter of recalculation as opposed to recrimination. Let us proceed onward, then, with as much decorum as we can muster. Parse the checking statements, divvy up love seats and ottomans With an emphasis on equity rather than enmity, Leaving the plates and cups intact Passing them on (a bit dewy-eyed, perhaps) To begin anew in some niece’s college apartment Or with other friends who shall gallantly attempt To complete and compute what we could not, Divining some math which leads not to our own aftermath Of reasoned rumination in search of some cold consolation.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
A Civil Uncoupling
This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for Echoes in the Giants well Begins its have and delves in need Glistening in breathing drifts Snow like feathers cast from fingertips Hunger quaking in the heart of man Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan His eyes his mind his deafening signs All fall as his hands palm lifts And seeks the pull of indifference Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth The tragedy of paradox was never felt Like this before And never will again, again For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong The turn of earth her ghostly hair Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air Seasons drift and mend the scorn A Distant world ressurects the storm For truth and justice I resist Heaven hides her golden head For more to leave gone is the guess Her enshambled riddle pounds it's fists In fierce dissection weather strains Like DNA in cosmic fits Her tooth all caught on writted skin The lost majestic rhyme their kin With hopeless tragic stories rhythm Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom Underneath his school of thought Lied the angle down and never bought The answers hidden the code reversed The second hand believers curse The tragic thirst for sentenced bans The belt of stars Orions hands Truth unsanctified and freely given Her moon well hides her violent vision
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Unruly Majesty
This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for Echoes in the Giants well Begins its have and delves in need Glistening in breathing drifts Snow like feathers cast from fingertips Hunger quaking in the heart of man Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan His eyes his mind his deafening signs All fall as his hands palm lifts And seeks the pull of indifference Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth The tragedy of paradox was never felt Like this before And never will again, again For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong The turn of earth her ghostly hair Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air Seasons drift and mend the scorn A Distant world ressurects the storm For truth and justice I resist Heaven hides her golden head For more to leave gone is the guess Her enshambled riddle pounds of it's fists In fierce dissection weather strains Like DNA in cosmic fits Her tooth all caught on writted skin The lost majestic rhyme their kin With hopeless tragic rhythm Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom Underneath his school of thought Lied the angle down and never bought The answers hidden the code reversed The second hand believers curse The tragic thirst for sentenced bans The belt of stars Orions hands Truth unsanctified and freely given Her moon well hides her violent vision
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Unmarching
Find for me a forgotten place Haunted only by creatures of the wild A retreat to rest in where the stars will shine forever Overgrown, untended where dead may walk in dream Unsanctified, cast out and long forgotten By all but those who live unknown by man With tangled growth of unnamed flowers uncounted In seas of grass the rough hewn stones between
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
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