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Your eyes Rain all my nourishment. I shall not thirst, Nor even hunger With all your sorrows dispelling from moon, With blackened sun At our backs. Ashes come to my mouth, Dried of moisture, As your eyes are the apocalypse without the rose, For no spring could be ever triumphant Upon the shores of my…
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Drown down the stream Our woeful dreams. You have set the fires To raise up desire. We have not Been so close to warmth, While we were sailing across Something so blue. Your hands, My shoulders Part On their ways, down two hemispheres, For I cannot turn my direction To kiss the corner. There is…
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“When focus of fear occurs, it is knowledge that is gained of a broken people. Someone pulls the strings of fear, in the conquering of false competition and needless battle. Some puppeteer makes the dolls fight, in their trivial fights to be weakened.” – Modern Romanticism How often has a person been intimate with their…
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You crowded my eyes As I gave you this ring of gold To embrace your finger As though a crown above your head. You stood above the lingering shores Where the banks to my rivers broke And I loosened the waters to my lips, Where I could taste of my happiness. Sparkles were for The…
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“Protection of culture. Protection of tradition. Protection of a nation against invaders. This is love, being what prolongs the longevity of humanity. We are halted, down upon our knees in fear, not submission to love’s guidance, when not ever embraced. Love has developed each human society, because through protection, nothing can crumble. We find, beyond…
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“When everything is deemed to be racist, then nothing is deemed to be racist. It is the same with art. If anything can be art, then nothing is art. Repetition, in terms of the mass production to something that should hold meaning and value, causes that meaning and value to become dust. It is gone,…
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“Love is the sickness to the cure. It is the vaccine. Love vaccinates. For love prevents the damages from being done, further. Love protects. Love shields. In work, a builder will raise all that was, at one point, mere pieces. A sickness, as that is love, being also the cure. We are, when in love,…
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Let come the rain. Our fields are thirsty For the stains of splashed Earth. Our dreams remained with The sudden parting upon the forty-fifth Angle to the unknowns.
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Loosening the lace about your waist, Kissing you beneath the sun, You are the gull without an island, For that you cannot even roam Is why your eyes have become the oceans. I wrap hands About yourself, in the fires To your form. For you forge the night, rawest In the tooth decay of so…
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I write All I do not know, For the libraries have left me Of their books, Of their words. I am a sentence too late To whisper a farewell in your ear. You came in a moment, To disappear off the clock, As I counted each second backwards. Your breath sails down your throat, Swallowed…
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Drink deep these moments, Running across our veins In the sensation of idle death, In the bountifulness of stable breath. I come to you, as merciful, For I hold each droplet on my chin That once belonged To each stray petal hovering Above the planet’s ocean. We encircle For we are circles About the unwinding…
Modern Romanticism 