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un-gaggedWords rattle and hiss
snakelike rivers twisting, jousting
silenced knots that would defy
the very sword of Damocles,
tongue-sharp and flesh-thirsty.

Smothered flow, refused exodus
(like a circumscribed sky)
music-less and cramped
between the whimper and the howl;
foul and violent the taste
of muse's suffocation.

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lethehallowed cure
or, is it?

olden taste
of nightmares gone hope

breathe in
the unsullied beauty

desire is wild

wisdom
is a nomad

wander, soul
further and ahead
drown the past, deeper
if you must

but never forget
how to trace your footsteps back
to the knowledge of pain;

even memory
would rather un-remember
desolation.

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treevial soliloquyLeaves like butterflies
are kisses, pieces of me
have fallen like rain.

Reflections never lie
unless we seek in vain
to see what cannot be.

I watch me shed
another love affair
with fickle autumn

Fragments of memories
blind eyes floating
on a withering face

of water and sky is
the palindromic essence
of my still fate.

I silently embrace
the long, cold wait
of winter's bareness.

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gone ripplingwhere hope dies weeping
weathered tears of cold decay
impervious beauty springs
in radiant cascades

clad in a lucent mist
veiled silence that commands
a furtive resurrection
of warbling promise

unwitting splendor caught
in a fluid moment, trancelike.

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EurusLike a sunbeam, freshly brewed
within the throes of gentle dawn
bustling promise, unuttered
light from shadow, unfettered

like warbling spring, spurting dauntless

flood me, drench me, finger-feed me
with all I would believe in, athirst

release me then, avidly sated
perpetual herald, faith-full.

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sidekicklet me be foam

run me through your fingers
feel me bubble, underneath
your smile of sun and swagger

let the ebb seduce the flow
and chase me, over the horizon
forgetting for a night(dance)

that you can never catch me.

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by *halcyonshores, Jul 19, 2012, 11:37:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

I don't know how I got here

It's the end of the line for ghosts

and the scent of this strangeness is soothing

even though the wind will keep whispering

for a while, I'll stay and play

and the music won't stop

until I've rested enough for this numbness to end

until you end with it.

©

Fade outby *halcyonshores

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

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and dedicated to my very dear ~popp2

because ~~it's his fault~~ he 'introduced' me to the artist.

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*Corvidae65 Nov 8, 2012

This is amazing, Dove!

I love that you can read it as one poem or two seperate poems

You amaze me constantly, my friend

*halcyonshores Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

And I love that you saw that..
and I am so beyond grateful for your amazing comments.

*prettyflour Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This has been featured in my journal!

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*halcyonshores Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

So very kind of you.. Truly appreciated.

*peterpateman Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Very moving.

*halcyonshores Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Many thanks Peter

*BeyondJen Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Haunting -- it gave me chill bumps -- and yet beautiful.

*halcyonshores Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

~All-My-Darkness Aug 26, 2012

Listening and reading

This reminds me of a time a long time ago

When some negative circles of life

Were becoming so repetitious

That they became the norm

A calm mind in endless stormy years

And In these sombre times

Found peace in that fact

I actually fell in love

With being uncourageously

Unhappy

*halcyonshores Sep 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sometimes I feel too weird even for my own standards, and writing this was one of those times.

It means a lot that you have spent time with my spillings, Dark.
Thank you.

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