Poem – “From Somewhere Deep” – Romanticism – 11/27/2020

How great to liftTragedy to majesty,Concealed by the curtainsOn greatest defeat.Your life has smoldered in winter,Drowned of ashes,Then to ashes, you return.Black decay has been your flavorTo comprehension. I hold your hand in my burning own,Gaping this palmWith the brightest, embedded nail.I die for the horrors you keep,As my mind has stung,While my heart still […]

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Poem – “Closing you, in Weak Arms” – Romanticism – 11/26/2020

PossessedBy a certain loneliness,As was the creed of you,The ruleTo which you were bound,Like the book with hardest cover,Not to the truth of its pages.Yet, I love what dropsFrom the wreath above your head,As leaves to the Autumn awakening.Here, your lips stream the pathFor your feet, to my weakened arms. Go across,Speak this name of […]

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Poem – “God is Old” – Romanticism – 11/26/2020

Belonging is the houseOf unrequited belief,Where flies are swattedFrom lips, so pallid,Beneath the storm, weaved byTheir leper hands.I saw how they pierced the airWith their fingers,Just as the curtain beforeThe blinded bride. I saw the space between them,As they drunk in the firelightOf enemies so old in the night.Belonging in the house,To worship something of […]

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Quote – “Pain, in Love” – 11/26/2020

“Do we ever forget who we love? Or, do we ever forget who loves us? Are we to reduce ourselves to the selfish fool, who cannot appreciate the selfless gesture of kindness? It is in our pain, that trust has died, not ever love. Love does not become torn apart, for that is not what […]

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Quote – “The ‘Uselessness’ of Love” – 11/26/2020

“Here, the scientist might say to love, among prayer, among God, that such things are impractical. Yet, it cannot be more obvious. Nothing of love, is practical, is utilitarian; so why would a scientist say such words so apparent? Is there ever ‘evidence’ for love, being metaphysical? Does not the scientist work with physical components, […]

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Philosophy – “The ‘Uselessness’ of Prayer” – 11/26/2020

“Though, it shouldn’t be, that through our innate comprehension of love, we’d ‘make use’ of that loved one, whether they’d be God, or of family to friendship.” – Modern Romanticism Do we love God? Do we love our friends? Our families? Could we love the source to all love? It is in the understanding of […]

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Poem – “This Rope about your Feet” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

This lifeHolds you againstThe fever,This scornWhere dust mires you beneathShadows above shelter,Kisses from God. I wish to loveWithout watching you,Staring acrossGuiding tragedies,Tremoring streets,Leaving dust to settleUpon those frozen lips. Calling lionsTo erase the guiltI have to faith,Of Heavens stooped in fervor,Where passion displacesSound from travelling sound,Love from senseless love. Pointless heartsAre the case of lovers,Whose […]

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Poem – “Loving Waters” – Erotica – 11/25/2020

Exquisite,Sublime passageways.Aching legsKnow which directionTo spread,Of a horizon’s edge,To pleasure’s pledge. Her face,Sculpted of porcelain,With ebony wireHanging loose,Draping.With rivers of blackCleaning cheeks,From raven eyes.I lean. I leanFor the burialOf a man’s twisted ardor.LovingWith an anchorUpon my back.There is bliss, here,Sentenced with the kissStraight to disposition. Hold her head back,Drain nectarFrom her lips. Leave stainsOn her […]

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Poem – “A Heart in a Bottle” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

I yearnWhile the moons crossHazes upon the misty fields,To you,Listening to your heartWith its extended reverberationsTo my unforgotten vows. I hear youAcross the blueWaves, we’ve come across,Has been our barricade to an eternity,In arms.Is it an empty spaceOr our time to speak? Of loss and requiem,Come toBandage the tears that roamFrom East to West,From pain […]

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Poem – “How can we Love?” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

How can we hold this shelterHigh above our heads,As tears float upon puddles,While our hearts quakeWith the Earth? Are we to love,As angels, destined to igniteInto ashes, into stardust?How can weWhen the pain remainsWith our trembling fingers? You want to say we have lived,Yet the ruins around us,Prove otherwise.Another solitary kissBeneath a hazy moon,Cannot cease […]

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Poem – “How Quickly we Died” – Romanticism – 11/24/2020

Two shadows,Facing forwardNow leave a black stainIn the white sandUpon this crippled shore. No movement,No leaves descendFrom the cloudless Heavens.God has lifted an angel,Has descended a beast. Our deathsHave blotted the grains,As tears come forthTo birth an ocean,Solid of ebony. Her face,Once held in my hands,Has now been encrustedWith gems of greatest sheenOf eyes, loving […]

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