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Dark Pool

Still beneath a blazing black sun Dead trees life drained into the pool Liquid shadow, it pulls you into its depths Taunting your sanity an illusionary reflection Welcoming malleable minds to a cold embrace The onlooker sits beneath bare branches, back turned never respondent to the qualms of tortured worms He disregards the bottomless abyss, but never…

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It

Call it the sun and kneel, as the moon, the wind, the statue, the intangible ghosts of man, and it is all the same.  Breathe the sweet air of a hundred million years ago to today and call it a name, yet it is still the same.  Label it, cage it, and attach your ego…

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The Path

To care is to enable, celebrate, and acknowledge To love is to participate, appreciate, listen, and learn To hate is to hold back, break down, imprison, and destroy To be free is to disregard, be mindless, be enabled, and be without To be imprisoned is to have ego, to possess, and to covet To be…

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Back to the Blue Green

“I spill into life with an open heart, my soul, spirit, and love,” A gruff voice echoes from behind a cascading wall of water.  Aggression occasionally permeates the creature, however behind the static calmly rests something full of passion. “We are of a fellowship, and are familiar.  When god’s blue-green eye fell upon us, it…

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Diabolus in Dissimulo

“A good man leads a good life,” said the devil to his demons.  “Hide in his heart; hide in his soul and his spirit.  Don’t let him know you are there.  Observe me.” Charlie walked for what seemed like miles, along the grassy trails of lush mountains.  His flower was in his heart and he…

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The Exiled Spirit

*Thump Thump…. *Thump Thump… the sound of my own heart is the only thing distinguishing the line between what has become my existence and the infinite blackness that is my hell. Do I deserve this? Should I have offered merit to the consequences that were sure to follow in close suit as a counter-measure to…

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My Neighbors Window

My feet slid from the sheets of my bed and found themselves warmed by the soft slippers quietly awaiting them on the floor. Deep morning breaths filled me with coffee and pancakes and bacon and eggs. A body well loved seemingly floats from the chamber into a light filled abode. Beauty smiles at me from…

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