

Brass TacksWho wound the lost watch grinding? Gears heard perpetually winding. Swiftly set upon the setting sun Even unreal to the lost perceiver For the sun is equally rising.Brass Tacks


The Contemporary FlowGrief bearing grief, its unbearable The minds of self loathingThe Contemporary Flow
Finding them weeping across the room Upon the floor -- guiding walls to the ceiling Because they match, instantaneously. And yet one can wonder What if it made one change One bend in the fabric of time A small twist in the vertices of existence. How far from unbearable would we be? How close to caring could we achieve? Too ask for something so different That isnt belief, its knowing And knowing is insanity Reality coinciding in truth Letting spirals flow from appearance To realit


Moonlight JudgmentThe dancing keys of melodies Lose my mind aloft the still Afore the conscious memories A wind presents the daffodil Faintly drops one raining world A ventured vessels volley car The trolley car swiftly hurled Nigh the last enduring star And less I feel its rhythm find The beat of its last accomplishment A loss for words the broken mind It hits the frail incompetent. Dancing still my Ilium song That painful ending fear My destruction gripping ever strong The loss of my will to hear. Resting my last upon its fall Its somber lullaby immuniMoonlight Judgment


ad infinitumUnderwater, those ancient dreams Falling fatally falling, perpetual seams Rifts between what seems and the incandescent reality That pokes ever so slightly Towards my eyesad infinitum
Laughable and yet somber as I might have known When there were more of them, more of us Before what couldve been prevented. The great falling, it keeps falling I feel loss not because I lose it But rather the unequivocal disappointment When I do find it. How grotesque, when death fears death And all thats left is ad infinitum Ad infinitum ad infinitum infinitum So lowly am
You have a great writing style--I'll have to read through more of your poetry sometime soon.
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Who says you can't wear two different socks? You have two different feet...
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Im not a stalker, i just find people very interesting.....you're out of milk, by the way.
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how do I catch what's left behind?
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