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Palimpsests: June 2014
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Saturday, June 7, 2014. Song of the Banshee. As the moon rose within her womb. She covered her face. Tears that could give birth. To babies with ten heads—. Clutched in each paw. A wail arose from her self. A lullaby that had once put. Many would join,. They would sing and rejoice—. A chorus of sirens,. Each with an unborn baby. The babies have grown up—. Men with innocent stubbles. They have fallen silent—. Afraid of the melody,. Teeming with the coldness of memory. And the warmth of abandon.
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cynosure: March 2007
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Of every fluttering thought. Friday, March 2, 2007. Cast out, the night had been dark—. Sullen in anticipation,. April had smudged her veils with a dab of colour,. The imprint of your lips,. Left her pale,. A forlorn shadow under the arches,. Carving your love, in pain. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Live a little more. Cast out, the night had been dark— Sullen in anti. View my complete profile.
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cynosure: FEAR
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Of every fluttering thought. Monday, March 24, 2008. Fearful, she opens her eyes. To pass her by. At the tune of a finger plucking time. I raise my face. All I find is himself. And me,in his scarlet eyes. I want to close me eyes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Live a little more. View my complete profile.
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cynosure: VICTORY
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Of every fluttering thought. Monday, March 24, 2008. Like a rag dipped in green turpentine. Full of bottled dreams. Neglected, the pins lie scattered all over my floor. But you lie just across. Casting your fiery hair over the jangle of clutter. Till, I am swamped by your scent, as strong as an animal. Twisting my muscles in pain. Hated one, my enemy, my fantasy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Live a little more. View my complete profile.
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cynosure
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Of every fluttering thought. Thursday, May 8, 2008. The roses on your palm. Feel like painted figurines. Draping from your veins. So blue with hopes crusted over. I’m waiting for the dream light. Or freeze like tangible ice-lollies. To lick or glide between my lips,. While a song is sung. Between you and me. So beautiful, this life. Between you and me. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. July 4, 2008 at 3:19 PM. So beautiful, this poem. March 27, 2009 at 12:37 AM. That is so lolita.
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cynosure
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Of every fluttering thought. Sunday, February 10, 2008. Neat tombs stand arrayed,. And shun us away. In the lines of her eyes,. They deepen the lust. Unsaid, undreamt of. Replete with exhaustion,. The days carve on,. Like stitches through our destinies:-. In the streams flooding. Cast between apprehensions,. I am often left. Like a quotation,. Hanging from nowhere, really—. Ostentatious thought muffles me,. In paradigms de rigueur,. And clutches tight at my waistband,. Topsy turvy, elsewhere naught,.
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cynosure: February 2008
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Of every fluttering thought. Sunday, February 10, 2008. Neat tombs stand arrayed,. And shun us away. In the lines of her eyes,. They deepen the lust. Unsaid, undreamt of. Replete with exhaustion,. The days carve on,. Like stitches through our destinies:-. In the streams flooding. Cast between apprehensions,. I am often left. Like a quotation,. Hanging from nowhere, really—. Ostentatious thought muffles me,. In paradigms de rigueur,. And clutches tight at my waistband,. Topsy turvy, elsewhere naught,.
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cynosure: March 2008
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Of every fluttering thought. Monday, March 24, 2008. Fearful, she opens her eyes. To pass her by. At the tune of a finger plucking time. I raise my face. All I find is himself. And me,in his scarlet eyes. I want to close me eyes. Like a rag dipped in green turpentine. Full of bottled dreams. Neglected, the pins lie scattered all over my floor. But you lie just across. Casting your fiery hair over the jangle of clutter. Till, I am swamped by your scent, as strong as an animal. Twisting my muscles in pain.
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cynosure: August 2007
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Of every fluttering thought. Sunday, August 19, 2007. Butterfly knots and porridge pots, close together anyway tales.and fluttering mornings, beloved nights: me in a pillowcase, u at my side! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Live a little more. View my complete profile.
