Archive for the ‘On a Leaf’ Category

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Writing

August 9, 2008

A passion fueled by prey

An attempt at survival

Lurking midnight mists

Congeal into the shaggy form

Of a hungry mind

This hunting twilight beast

At first an unnerving presence

Then

A weighted force

Rending flesh

Bleeding ink

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Price of Pride

August 8, 2008

Calling my bluff

That moment of fear

I use an adding machine

To tally the pain

I

Put on the robe

& Light the candle

Stand on the alter

& Spread the shroud

Insert the dagger

& Burn the Heart

My heart, my alter, me

Always

Always

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Cold Stone

August 7, 2008

Walls need not close in

When they block all doors

Defending a fortress

Or haunting a tomb

Lightless and alone

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Staircase of Gauntlets

August 6, 2008

Set the expression

Raise the lance

Cross the line of burning fuses

Strife

The cost of Will

Dominated by none

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Life on the Crease

November 10, 2007

-The vulture masthead

On the utility pole

Along the road

Waiting for lunch

To try and cross

-So bold in a world

That consists of

Road signs that read

 

BEER

AMMO

 

Shall we scare it away

Or run away ourselves

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Leaves

November 1, 2007

Alone atop my Tree

The Moonlight and I

The arms that hold me

Monolith to the Sky

-Worship-

My color stripped

All friends gone

My swan song

Fall

-Farewell-

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Write Now

November 1, 2007

Ode to a moment

Put to the pen.

History forged

In the present.

More than a memory.

It’s a tale of perspective.

Evidence of emotion

Or thought.

The conclusion of

A moment.

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In the Rough

October 26, 2007

Relatives by design

Sharing life giving ground

Acknowledging the differences

In a continuum up support

Weeding the foundation of unfamiliarity

Growing old together

Becoming one

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Frost on the Rye

October 25, 2007

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When the clouds turn to stone

and the harvest dies

the Savage Season begins.

Wind no longer holds wing

and the lightning flies South

it is the season of elimination.

Dearest mother Earth

hides her secret of life

and the mind rages against the soul.

It is the season of the cold Sun.

It is the Savage Season.

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