Tagged: rebellion

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Gothicarus: Part VIII – A Timid Spring

Serial Poem When the white came down, it was searing. Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared. She was terrified; she was intrigued Was it possible the doom had cleared? Desperation knows not to caution, Bid oneself...

Doors are Metaphors 0

Aperture

There is a steel door, it’s heavy, requires my feet firmly planted, body shifted, I must tug with my biceps, abdominals, squinted eyes, clamp my jaw. With all that force it may budge, open...

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Citizen Of The World

Life Poem The egg has hatched. A tiny beak reveals itself to the tray of the sun and runs back in. It is scared of the unknown sounds, buzzing of the world, caressing of...

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Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells

Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...

Love Dance 0

Move In Time

Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...

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I Find Roots Floating in Open Water

Spoken Word   I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...

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Gothicarus: Part V – Her Lullaby

Serial Poem “Innocence, in a sense, (Lost in heart, lost alone) Innocence, in a sense, Never made me its home. Wise ‘whys’ Revealed damaging truth. Wise ‘whys’ Stole the joy of my youth. Hear,...

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Go Away, Spirit of Tonight

Spiritual Poem Go away, Spirit of Tonight, spare me your wisdom, your deep and clear sight. You’re always right, even when you smile you’re here to decide what my fate will look like. You’re...

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Splendor and Filth

My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...

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Is It Too Late To Change My Name

Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...

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Reality

Life Poem The colour of the sun Hurts my eyes While I try to see Into the distance. I want to know What it is exactly that I am Fighting for. A bee stings...