in the pages of time

            inscribed upon the velum

            of argent skin sheer

            is her narcissistic life

            of dark immortality 

Her elegant movement of hand, infuses her script with graceful strokes of purpose. Her cantillating voice, a casting of spell; the binding of eyes to the page; to the ink, that of blood, blotted an...

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Of our lives, and of our meeting 

Of all the schemes of destiny 

It is that moment that, is most fleeting 

And of our fate, there is no perceiving

Of what will come, or what will be

Of our lives and of our meeting 

And in the grandest, scheme of things

And when of chance, fate does select

It is that moment that, is most fleeting 

And in our elation, of rej...

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Moonlight robes your skin; so melancholic 

Hauteur of beauty airs within your grace

To deny the sight; is sophomoric 

As eyes bare down to burn upon my face

Ill fortune compels me to your bidding 

Your countenance agaze across the land

To subjugate all into believing

That freedom is the gesture in your hand

Your effigy of life, stands resplendent 

Suffused amid...

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the scar long, lasts   

zippered to the flesh

lily white and encumbered    

emotions leech glutted, 

save for the dross

head down and unable. 

To become something 

That was never me

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Through graven eyes, 

peers the chivalry of love

Verities gown; to adorn your desire

Oft held, in reach of fervors fleeting glance

That discreetness; be perceived by silence

taut upon the lips and ears of many 

Though desire was not spoken, but

held within the virtue of true love 

Cleaved to, adored within

the beat of hearts passionate embrace

Veracity though; be a be...

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My minds grasp, for sleep 

tolls heavy on my sanity, as

insidious eyes; pry, their beaks foul 

in the fissures of my mind

fears creep; freed, to be fed upon

to be mantled by the feathered wings 

of darkness 

night-tide rises; the gathering of crows

drags me deep, 

into the belief, of paranoia

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Dedicated to, and influenced by Emily Dickinson:

Their eyes see nothing - of our minds

Or the voices heard inside

As silence sleeps - upon our tongues          

Where the hidden truth does lie -

We spoke belief of destiny - and -

Why our paths - had crossed 

And of the hidden truth - that lies

In the present and the past

That truth is in our sile...

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I remember death

The hounding of life; 

the moving into stillness

The pounding presence 

of reality 

Then the;

quite in the stillness 

The ringing of ears

The fill of anxiety;

the hack of the flesh

The dripping of time 

congealed in my blood

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