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over and over she intertwines the colors looping and plaiting over and under she works for him--the Face reflected before her the sight of him makes her smile when she tires the joy at seeing him soon fades with the insight that her curse is self-fulfilling she weeps she lived for those moments she drifts and as she fades she dreams she's sleeping in his arms she dies He sees her and long last beauty unmarred by death He finds her fair then He turns a blind eye

When naught were left but starving men to bless the eventide, Their flesh so withered from the fight, they had not hair nor hide, In tattered clothes, the men stood up and screamed throughout the night “No men shall meet with Death’s embrace before they’ve met the light!” For vict’ry can be stolen, but can’t be manufactured Coming as impassioned pleas are heard amongst the fractured When those who beg shalt beg no longer, lest they lose their will The poorest men shall meet the slaughter; blood to ink the quill. Their rights to freedom – liberty – shall not speak to silence, For when oppressed

the glass's sand, to our chagrin, spills fast away and ne'er again will life subsist as it has been; may you live in, may you live in... we're forced to watch forces align, to our communal world malign and lay to waste our plans contrived; int'resting times, int'resting times...

i, sit,  awake in the wee hours, my third eye's pupil blown. my withered soul quakes and cowers from the known and unknown. i seek egress from where i'm caught, deep in this lab'rynth, monster fraught; i seek egress, i seek egress, from this deep-shadowed maze of thought. i, sit, awake in the wee hours, high on fear and worry. my jaw grinds and my stomach sours from that noisome slurry. i seek release from this mad ape perched on my back, its maw agape. i seek release, i seek release, from this world that maims and rapes. i, sit, awake in the wee hours (mind in gear, clutch burned out), lost in thoughts beyond my powers (no recourse, no red

The bards of English verse have taught my pen Much more of life and love than I'd admit. They reach from centuries to speak again And I admire wordsmiths I've not met. They speak plain truth and life in simple words And touch on human nature that rings true In every age. How marvelous the chords They strike beyond the old age into new.

oh, waterbear! oh, tardigrade! my deepest ponders you ensnare; is death, to you, just a charade? long trains of thought do you pervade; are you the blade, god's veil to tear? oh, waterbear! oh, tardigrade! are you panspermic seeds, far-splayed? did i come from the genes we share? is death, to you, just a charade? oh, watertard! oh, bearigrade! oh, watergrade! oh, tardibear! oh, waterbear...oh, tardigrade... so, now my sanity's been flayed; my thoughts on you, blame's brunt do bare... is death, to you, just a charade? though fey, i think my point's been made... though i must point it with great care; oh, waterbear...oh, tardigrade... is d

Said God, despite perfection found in Three: "Let there be another in this place, And let him reflect glory back to me." "Tis naught but a reflection of my face; Mankind shall rule a garden, bear a name. So let there be another in this place." Trees bear fruit and helpers bear the blame-- Serpents striking heels will be retried. Man has ruled a garden, borne a name. Reflecting former glory mankind cried; His failing cast a shadow on such love. Serpents striking heels will be retried. Oh man who stands as icon, not enough; Still one more will come to stand as king. Man's failing cast a shadow on such love. Victory will come, the garden si

"there is nothing here to be seen.": misdirection's opening screen. insurrection is creeping keen, 'alternate truth' its protection; misdirection's insurrection. to see and not to say: perverse. to choose blindness: possibly worse; a fell kindness driving a hearse. give not in to the crowd's madness; to choose blindness? a fell kindness. should we fail to call this bluff history will, with time enough, make us its shills; an earned rebuff. if we yet quaff this stagnant swill history will make us its shills.

Carthage shall forever feel the sting of your sword. We shall not endeavor to keep you in untoward circumstances. Go, then-- with lands to be explored and duly conquered when you set foot within them. And there are other men to grovel at my hem. And there are maidens, too, that I cannot condemn for falling into you the way I almost did; the way I wanted to. The love we had was all too sordid to end another way than it did.

weaving wisps, knitting with nothing. i'm compulsed, but not inspired.

Gyres Whirl in maddening circles 'Round her, while Words wend Their way into form. Back of it all, the medium And the message (ferried from spirits Through billowing Cursive) will stir hearts, as Sirens stirred Penelope's spouse.

Artemisia: type of plant, genus of aromatic shrubs or herbs A taste of Witches brew is bitter When Diane's moonlight grew wormwood buds Orion lost interest, or died and she pined. and   then cut him out in bitter stars.

The burning crown fits just right on her.

Aria: air or song, a melody, solo in an opera accompanied by instrumentation Music deep and rich, flows out, spilling on the air One voice One note Drawn out among the others, Centre stage Singing.

You say that love and understanding is now your chief and core belief. Why, wonderful! What an enlightened sage we have. I think that you deserve a gold star for your troubles. Keep your standards low; meet the lowest bar. The irony (how sad it is!) is how we sleep the righteous status quo in dreams. to dream! I fear the mortal coil's been cast off.

Vines furling Vines dreaming Writhing in stone, Celtic leaves Or the dance Twirling slowly, Origin in hearts or was it The product of Arabia?

suppliance sibilance succorance sustenance succulence sibilanace undulance sustenance utterance submergence undulance turbulence utterance transmittance unctuous turbulence succulence transmittance suppliance transcendence

murder's lost meaning; i've realized my potential... in this form. my evolution awaits. it is but my death away.

Reach into your heart Engaged, I will marry you Let go of your life l a m Ask for permission Try not to fight anymore Ignore what she said n c o g n i t Ordinary night No, nothing lasts forever Seems so short, this life e l f i s Have you had enough? I feel it's time to move on Please. Don't call me back.

Creatureless me Denied myself sweet happiness Creatureless me Shrouded in lonely mystery No salvation from distress No love or soul, no more, no less Creatureless me

Create and sing! Your mind has wings from Music wrought In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world                  The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold                                        The creatures small, and big and bold                                                                    Just as I've told:                                                                                   Eä! Be!