You

•✖️• You Must realize By now These words Are written for You In fact You Do, don’t You? My clever Little Never Observant Little curse I see You Too, I see You Seeing me You Are he Who supersedes My alchemy You Are he Who foregoes In favor of woe You Are he Tasting My […]

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The dangers of strangers

How blithely she writes What remains to be seenTransposing the unknownsOnto aquamarine scenesIn trances (of stolen glances) Pinned wrists and stifled moansHow idly she inscribesHer coronary catacombsHow plainly she arrangesThese strangers into proseBranding the stanzasIn aching narrationsHow madly she fansThe flames of creationLike wet dreamsWith daisy chains From the hazeOf a memoryThat she’s only been […]

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Ode to A.

Despite the hazards His hands scatter Impetuous as egrets Austere as harrier Over and over.. Again and again… Orwellian as orioles Mad as canyon wren Roving, forebodingly Randian as ravens Uncaging the cravings Despite the hazards His hands scatter Like winged contraband Staggering as arrows Synchronized as sparrows Dividing my horizons Into transmute hemispheres A […]

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Scarlet Peonies

An idiomatic lament, whereinAll that is lost is found againIn a hubris of feverish dissentIn the meanings supersedingIn the curses of the verses Coursing through my veinsLike demi-sec champagneToday, a vixenTomorrow, a contradictionOn par with shooting starsSleepless as bansheesJostling aimless between cable carsIt seems these streets Have memorized my disguisesThe tendencies rendering me uselessBy sunrise, […]

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r e c o g n i z a n c e

You see— It’s not really me, he’s wanting It’s the arrows of the marrow In the imbue of the sinews It’s the retrieval of the tremble In the drizzle of the symbols It’s the hazardous bliss In that strangers kiss It’s in the want for renaissance In the flesh that’s flaunted And I am pleased […]

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Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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A woman ever undone

_ Her mind compels the pen (again and again) Until caught more often than not In a deadlock with rational thought Her head condemns the ends As it convenes with the means With madness and its methodologies Her hands command the verses freed With benediction for these frenetic fictions In the name of idiosyncrasies gleaned […]

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Why’d you go?

Silencio…. No hay banda…. No hay orquesta…. Tell me what you would doIf things had got so complicatedThat the lies become trueAnd the things that made usNow just tear us apartThe feeling you once hadNow rips out your heartIt’s all recordedOur fate is predeterminedThere’s no orchestra….The world keeps turningEvery day I’m learning That my lifeIs […]

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No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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Signal Flares

— All this time lead to believe That butterflies frantic Within the abdomen Was a thing of beauty That electrical sizzle Within the sinews Was a kind of virtue When the malicious truth In the blooming Of those pupils Was not of love Palpably forming It was our hearts Issuing a stark warning It was […]

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Adamant Forms

— Where do you hide behind the eyes? In the earthen dens you extend Like spiral stairs I rush to ascend On hands and knees, in dreams Starry eye’d, voracious Stark naked, selectively submissive Who is he that wakes the gates? Clutching at my thighs The way hawks do the pines In the moorlands of […]

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Within | The Art of Letting Go

A few simple, universal truths: Love and let love. Live and let live. But if it becomes. Live and let die? For love? You leave and let go. With love. Because living. Should never feel hopeless. And loving. Should never feel helpless. Because living. And loving. Should never involve. Watching someone drown. Love is both. A […]

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Leave what’s wrecked more

Lyrics: I’ve been through the fire I felt embers down my spine And I’ve said “World would you please have some mercy on me? Or could you please lift the curses on me?” It said, you always did Like it the hard way since you was a kid Look at the scars on your leg, […]

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Moody Wednesday Music

** Comments accidentally turned off, sorry! fixed that **   Just me diving in and out of the trees…   If you go away then you might as well…   (Imagine making music look this easy…)   With just one glance you tear my skirt…

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Polychromatic

  She is the languid dreams Of the dozing duskywing She is the sweet relief Felt in the consummation Of a late night breeze She is love’s ledgers Tethered like feathers To cascades of heather Kept in the velvet sleeves Of Valentines She is the string tied to finger She is the binding She is […]

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This love will kill us

Lyrics: Your heart beats fast, this love will kill us Your heart beats fast, this love will kill us As deep as you, in deep blue sky As deep as you, in deep blue night Run, run, run, run You drift along the desert sand You drift along the desert sand As deep as you […]

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With No Compromise

Holy shit. This track is really something. It has some kind of moody, Motown, lo-fi magic. The harp. The swell at 1:40 is the closest thing I can sonically liken to the feeling of falling madly in love with someone. Sigh. This is the kind of song I could listen to for an actual eternity, […]

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The Audacity of Shells

(Poet’s note: Comments were accidentally turned off on this piece. Apologies! It’s fixed!) — Blessed are the incidental and capricious Artless in their embryonic buoyancy Contrarian cocoons in their disparaging drifts Antagonists of the tide Vying for vespertine dreams Dead to rights, in menial defiance Of the complex and autonomous centrifugal Antithetical to the anchors […]

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