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I addressed the cloudThat faltered to collectAs to its fear,For it was the blackest of sheep.No heaviness in thunder loud,While tears fled from armsThat pulled me from harms. Journeys upon the ice,Sleeping to whispers that entice.With wind to the ears – A sigh for what never steers,While isolation kept me findingRoads out, among futures rewinding…
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Hold wide this frame,Weeping in silent shame,Pulling apart what captures the silenceInside wood and brittle stone.A canvas, a face for cruelest violence.Tears hit each blade of grassWith no pause at the hands they pass,While winter motions the grail – To unite red with the clear,The porcelain from eyesDraining the white – Towards the spot where…
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Holding teardrops as melted waxOn fingers gentle for eyes, detached.A view displaced, on its side,Crossed at the roads, at the weary feet,With blindness that never saw tearsShattering the newborn mirror.A defeated reflection that could hideAt the bliss for all being matched. Here, the train exits the hands,Leaves for the graceless funeral.There, the waters were leavingWhile…
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I threw eyes to her wings,Duality upon the dullest of bladesThat concealed what hurt her,That threw fog upon what connected herTo each room where shadows fade.To comfort, in her bloodstreamsBlooming from where farewells screamThe same tone love sings – Down the ripples of a curtainTowards her open mouth,Backwards where scenery begins. Blackest feathers correct the…
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Wandering through shallow brooks,Weeping from stares, these hollow looksTo a brighter rinse of starsThat could cleanse the blood from hooks.Lay this heart upon a stepping stone,Upon the spot where feet were forever shownMarching for ideals to warsClogging this heart, apart from reality – That the smeared stepKept being rinsed with what we kept.The marks beneath…
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By the notion of favoritism, comes next into the equation the repeated understandings of convenience. It is to those deemed as a favorite as also a convenience, all through what is a greed for those in their advantageous dealings. Those who would deal in the prospect of upholding what cannot be maintained without protection, would…
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Keep stealing your name from water,As the reflection will keep you smothered.Keep crystal to the soaring sunshine,Capturing the next pageFor wilting scenery.I had kissed the finest of lips,With ashes all to taste – To red, coated in the gray sublimeMelting through, in carried wasteWithin hands, onto haste. Quickness to the dropletsThat defeat the oceanIn vast…
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Line upon the funeral marks,Though you push forth without startTo the gunshot that sets you freeIn the vessel, the vein that you bleedTowards the filtered sunlight.Is love the sinking ship?Are these waters everything we wept? While no heartbeat can skipAs rocks upon a lake,Shattered lungs reveal your sight,Drowned in the same splendid shameYou hide, upon…
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Here fades the crown,Here the season comes around,Rolling through fog and historyIn rolled out shades of sound.Love held an arm outFor the merry voyage,A promise to prolong the majesty. Can a kiss halt the tears,Halt their pacing upon a face? Too fast to find the darkWorth skipping over, upon remark – That speech would repeatYesterday’s…
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Part One – Human Nature I To Define Order It is order that encompasses what does not, or should not, divide. A responsible person will understand order, since to divide oneself from it is forsaking what it means to earn freedom. To earn freedom is to be ordered of the self, then in comprehension that…
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Depravity compels this,This worship, this kiss,This state of a heart,Crippled in its yearning. You rise with the turmoiled sun,With folded hands, in your quickened run – Speaking inaudible syllablesTo repeat a stagnant day.I still the wine that ripples,With a cruel reflection in its gleam.I aim, with glowing eyes – To have what is mine.An evening…
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With the trail as a brittle sound,A wave that crawls backwardsTo a sun that sets in its rise.With faces that shed despondent light,A pair of hands that float from townTo the feet that stand above clouds – Our love in a gentle whisper,Our eyes will not give upEach ray of light from its giver,Each glance…
Modern Romanticism 