

BurningMisbegotten thoughts emerge from my tangled mental weavings - anticipation and regret, pleasure and agony. Alone I beg, knees bent in self-debasing supplication:Burning
Please, please – seeking nothing, and everything.
Ask, and ye shall receive.
Burning dreams and echoes of innocent belief drifting ember-bright and fading in the wind; writhing, they break into fractured motes of dust and hope. I crawl before them, shivering. Ephemeral desires will never keep me warm at night.
Dark and deep, grave quiet, grave still. Night washes over me like the tides; inevitability made form.


The Ones We Lovewords on my ceiling they scream without voice past, perfect decadence makes mockery of choice leave this place to taunting, the haunting memories die in the nightThe Ones We Love
to the infinite the edge of my mind the ledge that i wander and can’t leave behind fall from grace to balance, unbalanced on the verge of fight or flight
pour me into me there's a space for everything pleading, you're bleeding me to let it all out


Idle WorshipI sit in a church of my own making The scent of holy founts musty, deathlike. Sugar-sweet wine bitter on my tongue - the taste of God in my mouth as I kneel. Praying with words not my own, I cry aloud in rapture.Idle Worship


BlindnessWe walk within a barren land devoid of what we once desired empty of love and hope free from trust and joy the hands that held us still reach yet we run in blind confusion the love has changed the hope is given to another the words that saved us still speak as we turn swiftly from illusion the trust is broken the joy is found locked withinBlindness
We walk without a reason to live devoid of what we once wished for empty of peace and truth free from warmth and light the hearts that loved us still beat yet we hide away in lonely seclusion t
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A storm is rising.
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'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
Thank you for the watch. I hope you find something to your taste in my work.
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Read the news!!
Writer? Introduce yourself, please...
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
Thank you for the watch.
I hope you enjoy yourself!
Benedictions
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
thanks for the comment comrade.
danny
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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<youthculture>AAHJ THERESN A FLY ON MY NONUEIET
<youthculture>MONITERN AAAA
i'm trying to use the repetition to drill that particular virtue into this mental oubliette perched on my shoulders.
so far, i face continued failure.
perhaps there are other virtues better suited...
thankyou for the undeserved watch.
danny
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
i can only ask patiently for more of your work to appear.
unless you are a tease?
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