B u r n i n g

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Poetry
Devil player
faded charm
mindless trickster
she dared fight, 

One fair combat—
all she wanted
yet, the truth is,
he,

       d
       e
       c
        l
        i
       n
       e
       d

Biding adieu
to his wonders
such a let down
ice rock heart

She kept weaving
her wild verses
while she smoked,
she drank, 
she laughed

Yet he fired 
treason bullets
thinking he’d 
just reaped
her heart

He believed
her wounds
were deadly—
lousy honour,
crumbling Bard!

Yet the stars, 
my friends,
just wished
that night,

For old-time
cheats
to burn
to ash

And with fighting
all abandoned,
on forged devil
with a mask

She poured 
unforgiving lava,
blazing verses,
flaming darts

Biding adieu
to his wonders
while

s h e   
F i r e s,
L  o  v  e  s , 
a n d
W  r  i  t  e  s

Stoned Verse

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Poetry
Silver songs 
and sombre sounds 
like silent stories— 
stoned, profound 
 
Writing, boldly, 
of wild, wild dreams, 
this page all soaked 
with bright, red ink 
 
My tears pouring 
down that page, 
just drowning words
with startled rage 
 
While smoking, 
writing, 
dreaming, 
stoned, 
 
Those letters 
blurring— 
poems 
I owned 
 
My silver  
song 
so stoned 
it fades 
 
The story 
inhabits 
dark,  
stark caves 
 
Yet writing, boldly, 
of wild, wild dreams, 
that nearly burst  
with bright red ink 
 
And those 
stoned letters 
cast long
shades, 
 
All dripping, 
bloodied, 
verse  
cascades    
 
While smoking, 
writing, 
dreaming, 
stoned, 
 
Those letters 
blurring— 
poems 
I owned 
 
My ire blazing 
on that page 
just burning words
with startled rage 
 
And writing, 
boldly, 
of wild, 
wild dreams, 
 
This silver  
song, 
 
so  
stoned—  
 
It fades. 

Broken Mirror

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Poetry
I strived to collect
the shattered 
pieces of your 
broken 
mirror

The one 
you bought
to catch a glimpse
of your ailing 
soul

I’d slowly arrange 
those 
crystal pieces 
into a living
puzzle

My hands
got scarred,
my heart, all aching—
fearing
one high toll

My mind 
all floundered,
just picking pieces 
off the cold
ceramics

My feet all naked,
as I kept walking 
on that
unswept 
floor

*

You yearned
to collect the
shattered pieces
of your broken 
mirror

The one 
You bought
to catch a glimpse
of your unmasked 
whole

Yet your aid, 
guarded,
while it was wanted,
you just kept all 
secret,

For hell,
lightened,
may have 
one day granted
your long-wished 
parole

Forever silenced,
while it was wanted,
it remained a secret,
a living puzzle
a shattered mirror—

a sight 
so 
bold

*

I’d try to arrange
those 
crystal pieces
into a living
puzzle

The one that
would once
brighten such 
a dim-lit
gaol

Yet my aid, 
guarded,
while it was needed,
you just kept all 
secret,

Those empty promises
words void 
of meaning—
a death 
foretold

Yes—it was wanted,
those shattered 
pieces,
a living 
puzzle,

Which you kept 
guarded,
forever silenced,
an ailing
soul

Rare Waters

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Poetry
Rare words,
Wildly
Running
Through those
Full lips— 
Untimed

The ones you
Didn’t dare
Open
When trying
To speak 
Your riveting
Lies

Rivers 
of sound
Reverberating
Through
Silence,

Flying arabesques
Of the mind—
In your dreams,
So far away
In that gloomy horizon

Silent
Words—
Wildly pouring 
through
Tearful
Sights

Soft mounds,
Rare waters—
Some eerie
Arabesque
Light

The one you
Wouldn’t dare
Shed—
While plotting
Your riveting
Lies

Silent words
Soothing waters—
And ghostly
Dreams of
Might

f r o z e n l a n d s c a p e

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Poetry
W i t h  h o p e,
      they paint
their lucid
           dreams
               o f  
y  o  n  d  e  r

                         f    e    e
                             l    i 
                                n  g

                f      l     u      i       d  ,

S p r e a d i n g
a r m s  in 
d r u n k e n 
      c o l o u r e d
        s    n    o    w


Unspoken fantasy—
melting into
a madman’s
f l o r i d
         l   a  n   d 
                  s   c    a   p  e

Their heart,
f r o z e n , aged —
yet still moving to
the beat of this
        f r e e
           f    l   o   w 


*

W i t h  h o p e,
      they paint
their lucid
           dreams
               o f  
y  o  n  d  e  r


Naughtily stirring
the  s o o t h i n g
c a l m n e s s
of  s u c h
         w   o    e 

As, from afar,
they look
at this
f r e s h l y
                   p a i n t e d 
                l   a   n    d 
   s    c     a    p    e ,

                       f    e    e
                             l    i 
                                n  g

              f     l     u      i       d  ,

Their minds
a l i g h t
   w i t h
        d  r  u  n  k  e  n 
               
                      c   o   l   o   u   r   e   d
                     
                                     g         l         o         w

Stifling a yawn (Collab)

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Collabs / Poetry
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black 

I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself 
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
 
Tired 
        tired tired
Weary 
        weary weary
 
Comfortable with nothing
and weary with so little
my shelf life (patience) expired
and my honest thoughts
are cracked and 
b    r    i    t    t    l     e
 
Feelings in disguise,
yet naked to my eyes
tired of dried tears
words stumbling 
in my mouth
 
I’m comfortable 
with nothing
I keep wearing
this sad face,
walking through my life 
feeling barely 
awake
 
I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself 
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
 
Tired 
        tired tired
Weary 
        weary weary
 
I open my eyes 
stifle a yawn
allow my heart to take some chances
Some friendly hugs
Some cheeky words
Some flirty engaging glances
 
Still 
      so tired,
and so weary 
               I am
 
Yet I know, 
with a smile
a verse
a stream of thought,
a nice coffee
under the sun

I’ll awaken from dreams
and all I have lost
and slowly 
but surely discover 
my heart's still beating—
s  o        s   t    r    o   n    g


*Third piece I write with the lovely Secret Thoughts within - always great fun collaborating with her

dyed verse

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Poetry
Where is her tiny
Black dress?
The one 
She wanted to
Wear that
E v e n i n g

A dress of
Fancy,
Bitter,
Sweet and
Dark-tinged
V e r s e

Prose-dyed,
Vague-styled,
But, still,
Written with
Her,
I n   u n i s o n

Neither 
Of them
Wanting 
To die
A verse-less 
D e a t h

For this, 
They together 
Caress,
An achingly

                D a r k , 

                            —  B   o   l    d


     B   l   a   c  k

                   —  D     y    e     d


                                                    D        r         e        s       s
   
   —     V               e                r              s                e

PoemStormer

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Poetry
Fragments of deep verse
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

In this rough and
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
of slow
w o r d s

                Wake 
                              up, 

            W o r d S t o r m e r

Have you ever
dreamed of
such a late,
And furious,

Timeless,
Fateful,
Somber,

Fearsome,
Word
S t o r m ?

             Wake 
                           up, 

         W o r d S t o r m e r

Sedimented stanzas
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

Far removed 
from Self,
Far removed
From Other,
Far removed 
from
Poets—
Far removed—
Smothered

In this rough,
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
Of slow
w o r d s

        Wake 
                     up, 

     P o e m S t o r m e r

Purple Waves

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Poetry
We haven’t met
In real life
I’ve barely seen 
Your framed
P r o f i l e

Yet your words
Illuminate
My path
Your empath
Soul
My spirit
L i g h t e n s

This soft
Bright verse
All weaved in
P u r p l e

A wickedly
Magnetic rhymer
Wielding words
With infinite poetic
N  o  u s

A great
Wing poetess
A gifted lyricist—
And a better 
F r i e n d

This soft
Bright verse
All weaved in
P u r p l e

I gift you back
This free-
Spirited
Scripted,
T e r s e ,

Mild-waved
Wild-rhymed
But honestly,
Faithfully,
D e e p l y ,

All purple,
Waved, and
Soulfully
Written
V e r s e

T h e s  e  
P  u  r  p  l  e
W    a    v    e     s

d i t h e r

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Poetry
A g e n t  
      p r o v o c a t r i c e
she tried
t o
b
e

                                                   a n d
                                       p r i c k e d
                                b y  t h o r n y
                        — p   o   e   m   s


these fingers,
n o w,
b  a  r  e 
      r h y m e s
c a n ' t


                s            r          b          l
                       c          i           b         e
                 
                  *

                        y e t  s h e 's  a
             d i l e t t a n t e —
                 at
               a m b i g u i t y
                       she 
     d  i  t  h  e  r  s

                    *

                         t h i s  g l a r i n g                                                                                         
                            s u n                                                                                     
         e m b a l m i n g                                                              
              l   i   g   h   t                                                 
   

                              will  b a t h e               
                                   her  f r a i l  y e t
                                       r  h  y  t  h  m  i  c
                           m      i      g     h      t
         
                    *

            she y e a r n s ,                      
                             once m o r e,                   
                          t o  d i v e    

                                           i                       
                                           n , 
                  
                                          s         i      m                         
                                                w    
                                                                
          
                                               blue - b i r t h i n g
                                             v  e  r  s  e
                            i n   l  u  s  c  i  o  u  s
                                      i  n  k
                                

                       *

t h i s  g l a r i n g                                                                                         
                            s u n                                                                                     
         e m b a l m i n g                                                              
              l   i   g   h   t         

                   
                           will  b a t h e               
                                   her  f r a i l  y e t
                                       r  h  y  t  h  m  i  c
                           m      i      g     h      t


                  *

A g e n t  
      p  r  o  v  o  c  a  t  r  i  c  e
she t r i e d
t o
b
e

             and  d i t h e r
                                   d i d
                                 and
                                   d  i  t  h  e  r
                                            w i  l  l
                                                                                                

                 *

                               u n d e r
                     n e w  l i g h t 

             a   b a  r  e
         b l u e
      b o l d ,

                  free
                   v e r s e —
                         t  a  k  e  s 


                             f                t
                              l         h
                                i  g            


                *

                                                    A g e n t  
                             p r o v o c a t r i c e
                            g o t  n e a r l y 
                         k   i   l   l   e    d ,


           b u t  b i r d 
of m i g h t r e b o r n
  she found
    h   e    r

                    *
      
                           and  d i t h e r
                                   d i d
                                 and
                                   d  i  t  h  e  r
                                            w i  l  l                     
      

these fingers,
n o w ,
b a r e 
      r h y m e s
      d  o


                s            r          b          l
                       c          i           b         e


       
                 *

                              r e b o r n
                      and full
                  of
              m  i  g  h  t

            i n  i n k she
                  t h r i v e s
                       in  i n k  she
                          s  w  i  m  s


              *

A g e n t  
      p r o v o c a t r i c e
she tried
t o
b
e

                                              yet s h e ' s  a
                        d i l e t t a n t e —
                       at
                    a m b i g u i t y
                       she 
                              d  i  t  h  e  r  s