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It hurt the eyes, blinded by fire yet faith lies in the shadows cast In the corner, folded in dust flurries lie believes that a corner is real as the fire is not. But the walls the walls not real not reality no reality can hold over belief Soft spoken whispers mimic the […]
Read more "Whispers in the dark"
The triple-O popped recoiled over the crumbling wall. Had he only been the fourth, maybe then he would have mastered the Gift of Sight, but as the dwindling appendix of his thriving Brother, last of the Triad con Felis, he had missed the kisses of the birds. “Step away flower-touched, this requires real insight.” Yet […]
Read more "The Odd One Out"
I unravel into a revolt to feed the empty black sky with a breath so cold, so sweet, so daring, the effigies recline to their everlasting hiding. I feed the empty black sky. Hither breath so cold, so sweet. So daring that effigies reclined too. They’re everlasting hiding all the untrickled words. Hey […]
Read more "While the Gods wait"
Now that I lay all my whispers to the wind, who is sitting on the other end? Who, cross-legged, facing the whirring sun, gasping, with eyes closed is leaning in? Will the Listener hear me, and my morpheme blips? Will they translate, bring meaning to the Listener’s song? Is He or She whistling along? What […]
Read more "Thinking it over"
51. I call you out Your skin is thin I fold myself onto you The sun rises I am translucent 52. Lost in each other’s eyes she keeps me waiting, dang-e-ling. But I want it now. 53. Shimmering shadows of whispering trees tickle her eyes this easing morning. Yet, cruel time arcs forward. 54. See […]
Read more "Batch of five"
I hold my breath and I dream more. Past the clouds, past the stars, and into the dark-betweens. Gently a stroke, a breeze, a puff, a wink, holding hands, clement days with orange streaks. Deep warm rays that hold our gaze. Oh, how to long for purple skies, everlasting discussions about meaningless things while the […]
Read more "Resolution"
Under the dark brim by over-light I just lay out my bricks, Bend on my broken knee. White tiles soon dredged by dirt. Layered and forgotten. Most beauty does. So I trace the line on your inner thigh, your eyes roll away. The horsehair snaps, the sword falls into the banquet of sin. Sweat […]
Read more "The Forked Tongue of the Dragon"