1. |
The Dark
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In this strange realm
it seems there is no peace –
A place where you’d not
want to live or die.
Above our heads the storms
they do not cease;
The darkened clouds
they dominate the sky.
But this the weather
is not why I rue.
I tell you now the
world is not so flawed;
It is in fact
those mediocre few
That taint our world
with pestilential fraud.
The dark and grey
reminds me of the heart –
The nuances that life
is really for;
For all the pain
in us that does depart,
It still remains as
memories evermore.
Those people who engage
in guile and hate –
Who lie and steal
our momentary bliss –
They do not have a
lonely, dreadful fate;
Instead they have a
life without abyss.
The void is dark and
has a lot to teach –
Reminding us the
meaning of our fears;
By challenging
perceptions out of reach,
It shows us all is more
than it appears.
And through these lessons
we embrace the night.
We find a peace in
things that are obscured;
Though some react with
ignorance and fright,
We build upon the things
that have endured.
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2. |
Caliginous
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Caliginous empyrean
envelopes all biology;
Celestial and hauntingly –
with emptiness it permeates.
And likened to the countless
worlds whose shining stars
it constellates,
The eventide eternally
supports our whole
chronology.
The heartlessness
of mortal men,
whose troublesome acuity,
Engenders them, with
fearsomeness –
deliberately ignorant,
Atrocities of hatred, with
the burdens of their violent
Ferocities of carelessness;
it’s born of their vacuity.
As winter and obscurity –
the pale and the obsidian,
The essence whose frigidity
and bleakness has its clarity,
Enraptures with cacophonous,
tumultuous serenity,
Their hearts are then
encircled with the coils
of the ophidian.
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3. |
Macabre
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All of those beneath
their weathered gravestones -
Lined with crows and
autumn’s leaves arraying,
Speak to us through
silent, pallid cold bones
As their ancient
bodies are decaying.
Spirits, magic, mischief
and its dark tones
Fill the chilly, spice-filled
air - displaying
Harvest’s climate and,
for us, the reason
Death’s romance extends
beyond this season.
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4. |
Secrets
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Along the blowing,
cooling winds are all
The whispers and the
secrets that they hide -
Enchanted spells for
people to enthrall
And all the motives
that they swiftly guide.
Bewitching thoughts,
with passions that abide,
Transfix their hearts with
powers that endure.
The mages through their
toil with force ensure
Their magic’s purpose
finds its chosen goals;
It’s through their will
that magic will mature,
And speak the secrets
from their hidden souls.
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5. |
Solitude
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The ennui
that dominates
our quietude -
Which mentally and
bodily does permeate,
Embeds itself with
enervating magnitude;
Emotively anxiety
does acerbate
Our isolating
feelings of
deep solitude.
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6. |
Hyperbole
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Ornamental, hyperbolic
words and phrases
We do utter when
expressing what amazes
Us about all of the
things we are enjoying -
With gesticulating
hands we are employing.
Though it’s really not
so literal, it surely
Isn’t criminal to
voice it all so freely;
With the boldness and
the humor in our actions,
Is the value they provide
as our distractions.
All the flavors of our
language aren’t pollution
To be managed - nor a
flaw in our locution;
There is more to our
expression with some drama,
And a bit of some
exaggerated trauma.
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7. |
Continue
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The ataractic
fuzziness does emanate
Through atmospheres and
themes that truly captivate;
With visuals defining
all our gaming joys,
These memories are
meaningful and demonstrate
The challenges defeated
through our skillful poise.
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8. |
Curated
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Incredible with
optimal efficiency
The algorithms
calculate impartially;
They find new ways
to generate commercially
All manner of our
obvious deficiencies.
Apparently with judgments
and their urgency -
They pale in true
comparison to restlessness;
They nurture great
complacency and listlessness
While drifting towards
toxicity and solitude.
So tribal and quite
shallow is the attitude
Which leads them towards
the ruin of their thoughtlessness.
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9. |
Brew
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Inside ceramic cups
and many more,
Exists a brew we
gladly like to pour;
The darkest grinds
to savor as we drink
Is coffee that does
hasten how we think.
In roasts both blonde
and dark we like to taste
The many notes and
flavors we won't waste;
Caffeine will really
help us start our day,
But through the night
is decaf here to stay.
Cafes both large and
small do surely host
The conversations that
we love the most;
A cozy space for
study and for rest -
A coffee shop to
lounge and muse
is best.
The roasted beans for
drinks we like to grind
Consort with all the
friends and joy we find.
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10. |
Rage
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From darkened corners
of my inner mind,
With vicious hatred
and a pain severe,
Emerges feelings of
a beastly kind
That manifest from
angst and greatest fear.
From skin to bone
they painfully create
A dwelling sense of
fundamental grief;
These adverse feelings –
they do not abate;
They will maintain
until I find relief.
Frustration yields a
vastly simpler thought;
When it’s not found
this feeling does abide.
A semblance of control
is what is sought;
Within my heart
resentment does
reside.
It’s through acceptance
of my feelings here
That I can live in
balance without fear.
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11. |
Apathy
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They’re speaking quite
loudly with haughty indignance –
Revealing their chances
have dwindled and faded
To make their true mark
on the world they’ve created,
While moaning and screaming
with seething malignance.
Their grievances found
with the people they pester
Is nominal next to their
toxic behavior;
If only as children
they’d had more exposure
Instead of allowing
resentment to fester.
If even a purposeful
path they can follow,
It’s buried in mindless
indulgent pretension;
Abandoning reason,
denying dissension –
They threaten detractors
with words ringing hollow.
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12. |
Others
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Projection is finding that
only detractors have
guilt when despising;
Where faulting contingent,
extraneous factors about
your own bad life,
Results in a cleanly
appearing absolving
of burden or great strife –
Which only conceals all the
rotting of conscience
within them arising.
It’s here that
the narcissist thrives
when they see all the
flaws in our culture,
Because it can only be
others who taint it and
warp it with bold lies;
But lies and more
lies only make for
a fantasy through
their own cold eyes,
Which makes them
the valiant hero –
when really they’re
only a vulture.
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13. |
The Rain
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The rain does
fall upon the ground
With many cool
and drenching drops.
It makes a loud
yet soothing sound.
The rain does
fall upon the ground
To make a path
that is has found
Until the storm
completely stops.
The rain does
fall upon the ground
With many cool
and drenching drops.
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14. |
Warmth
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As the charred wood
makes a hiss there,
In our home's hearths
that its flames warms,
Its the bright sun
in a clime fair
That we yearn for -
through the cold storms
When the thawed frost
turns to sweet air.
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15. |
Organic
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Nature is our greatest teacher –
Spawning every living creature;
Void of bias or deception –
In our world from its inception.
Freely giving, never taking,
And continually making
All the wonders of this one earth;
We ourselves are of its great birth.
Nature is our greatest teacher –
Showing every single feature;
In this larger world and smaller –
Sights to see in every color.
Freely giving, never taking,
And continually making
All the wonders of this one earth;
We ourselves are of its great birth.
Lacking sorrow or compunction
Lends it to a greater function –
That of living and of changing
With this varied world’s arranging.
Freely giving, never taking,
And continually making
All the wonders of this one earth;
We ourselves are of its great birth.
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16. |
Moonlight
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Moonlight. It shines
ever brightly; It glows
on the edge of the basin.
Hauntingly gazing, the Moon,
through the dark – with
the light it does hasten.
Darkened, the depths of the
water beneath it does
shimmer with moonshine;
Mirroring all the
crepuscular features –
it sings to the skyline.
Blowing, the wind finds a
path through the thicket
of evergreen pine trees.
Greenery turning to
darkness, it swallows the
moonlight with great ease;
Swaying and rocking, the
leaves and the branches –
they dance with a measure;
Marking the coastline, the
forest – it beckons the
night beasts with pleasure.
Pulling the tide, as it
fills up the heavens
with luminous power –
Reaching the peak of
its monstrous potential
upon the twelfth hour;
Primal, encompassing
fear, trepidation
and curious urges –
This does the Moon
in the sky represent
every night it emerges.
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17. |
Vintage
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The hanging grapes
upon the verdant vine,
Throughout the many
lands in which its grown,
Becomes the charming
drink that is called wine;
Indeed, it’s quite the
venture to be known.
For women and for men
it has been made –
Assembled inspiration
here en masse;
To drink and to enjoy
is how it’s stayed;
Its gladly poured
into each open glass.
With pleasure we do
find it is to drink,
And though it can be
quite the awful bane,
It warms our hearts
and makes us
want to think;
Into our hearts and
minds it will remain.
A soulful pleasure
it will always be –
A greatly blessed
comfort unto thee.
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18. |
Bawdy
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This is the great appeal
That comes from our intent;
Into what we do feel,
It follows our descent.
Of that which isn’t voiced –
It speaks without a word;
Within the heart to hoist,
In this it is preferred.
Without the clearest cause,
Our game continues on;
Inside our mind’s applause
About what we will spawn.
In truth there isn’t much
That we will not include –
In seeing, smell or touch
And hear with attitude.
The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out.
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19. |
Speak
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This dark world in harsh terms
it scares us to not speak;
They take all with greed
and a rage that is so great,
But bold words are told when
a strong roar is not meek.
Our great hearts are
not filled when dark
thoughts are so bleak;
Such pain and distress here
it fills us with strong hate.
This dark world in harsh terms
it scares us to not speak.
Our strong minds
feel broke when our
pain’s at its full peak;
It’s then that we find out
it’s not that we’re too late,
But bold words are told when
a strong roar is not meek.
Our voice is a song that we
sing with a loud shriek
From day after day and
regardless of log date;
This dark world in harsh terms
it scares us to not speak.
To see more than all that is
out here we must peek
Inside us to find that our
strength is a masked trait,
But bold words are told when
a strong roar is not meek.
We’re not calm and not done when
great woe we didn’t seek;
It’s choice that we want and
it’s this that we do state:
This dark world in harsh terms
it scares us to not speak,
But bold words are told when
a strong roar is not meek.
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20. |
The Spark
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We write the tales of joy –
Sharp words we do employ.
From deep within the heart –
The purpose of our part.
We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes;
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress.
With passing of the times –
The poets and the rhymes;
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.
Around the world and back –
We’re kept along the track;
By muses as they speak –
They make the boldest meek.
And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads –
While sleeping in our beds.
In dreams is where she lives –
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use;
The blessing of the muse.
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21. |
Pages
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These tomes transport
our minds into a place
Removed from living’s
ordinary pace.
Both poetry and prose,
they make us cry;
With words impressions
find their wings to fly.
The varied themes
in words do tantalize –
Between the lines with
passion exercise;
They speak to all the
struggles that you know
Within a realm that
only you can go.
Within the gilded
pages of a book –
As visions with the
open eyes to look
Upon the paper where
the words were made;
They fill our hearts with
all our dreams displayed.
These pages as they
are – they are a gift
Which we into our
fantasies do drift.
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22. |
Verses
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We write our splendid
verses bold and true.
The words we use
reveal our great ideals.
Our poems mirror how
we always change.
Within our hearts and
minds we surely grow.
The words we use
reveal our great ideals.
Great passions guide our
feathered, writing quills.
Within our hearts and
minds we surely grow.
They show us hidden
visions of our souls.
Great passions guide our
feathered, writing quills.
Ink flows through paper
as enduring text.
They show us hidden
visions of our souls.
These written letters
carry more than sounds.
Ink flows through paper
as enduring text.
Our poems mirror how
we always change.
These written letters
carry more than sounds.
We write our splendid
verses bold and true.
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23. |
Castle
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The floating,
skyward castle there
Is built from ancient
quarried stone;
With secret
magic in the air
Does float the
kingdom's storied
throne.
Above majestic,
rolling hills
The floating,
skyward castle there
With bold, enchanting
creatures fills -
Their varied features
strange and rare.
The bounty of
the lively faire
With food and games
does fill the court;
The floating,
skyward castle there
Is filled with wonder,
jest and sport.
With mages, knights
and artists too,
These halls through
magic deeds are where
The bravest souls,
with strength endue
The floating,
skyward castle there.
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24. |
Eyes
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The creeping fog -
it fills the night,
And hides from you
its watching eyes.
The noise you heard
in dwindled light -
It sounds to you
like anguished cries.
Your beating heart
and building fright -
It almost hides
what that implies.
The creeping fog -
it fills the night,
And hides from you
its watching eyes.
The tension grows -
your chest so tight,
As growling echoes
through the skies.
Obscured its source,
and all your sight,
You pray your tracks
you can disguise.
The creeping fog -
it fills the night,
And hides from you
its watching eyes.
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25. |
Contraption
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Reddening anthracite
fills up the furnace with
sweltering bright fire.
Boiling, the water it
builds up the steam with
a powerful tension –
Pushing the pistons and
grinding the gears
in a single dimension;
Forwardly moves does
this massive contraption
through force by this flyer.
Picking up speed as
the roar of the engine
possesses the hot air,
Outstretching wings start
to lift as propellers
awaken their loud turn.
Buttons and switches –
they fill up his console
with many he need learn;
Gripping the yokes
in the cockpit –
he pulls up against
them with great care.
Further beneath him,
the ground drifting
lower with fields far
and quite still –
Flight he achieves after
many endeavors and
failures for certain.
Feeling the joy of
his triumph, he
glides through the
clouds like a curtain;
Smoke fills the air
and is joined with the
rain as he treasures
his great thrill.
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26. |
Venomous
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Spurious, specious, inflaming in
all of the words they are saying -
Venomous creatures do seek out the
meek onto which they are preying.
Caustic, mephitic and hiding in
chasms with shadows abounding,
People are foolishly lenient -
watching the hate so astounding;
Carelessly all of their power
to serpents they calmly surrender
Dignity, honor and all of which
people should be a defender.
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Renewal
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When the will to live without a
Constant need to dictate actions
Isn’t simply neutral to the
Mob that puts us into factions,
Everything that isn’t chosen
As the only way to ponder
Finds its purpose for all those in
Power and for those they squander.
Simple joys are now derided
By the petty and the jealous –
Where their anger is then guided
To division by the zealous.
All the people who most need it
Are the ones whose hearts
are broken –
Though they’ll
likely never heed it
When their inner voice
has spoken.
Their creative spark is buried
Under soil that’s cold and fallow;
Its revival will be carried
By the hands that
cease their sorrow.
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28. |
Envy
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They’ve locked the open door
With haste – just as before;
We’ve knocked for them, therefore,
They waste their time much more.
Their core is
what we’ve shocked;
Right there they’ve
laughed and balked
At lore of which we’ve talked
And where we’ve freely walked.
They’ve blocked the ways to scare,
Erased the thoughts we dare,
And mocked what we ensnare –
Encased in lies they bear.
Their war on hate is based;
A glare that is misplaced
While sore and much disgraced –
Aware our hearts they’ve chased.
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29. |
Grit
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With hope
that we’ve desired,
And bold how we’ve conspired,
The scope that is required
Is gold we have acquired.
Inspired
by every trope,
We’re keen to
climb each slope,
And tired each lazy dope
Who’s seen they
cannot cope.
Though soap can
wash them clean,
We’re told we’re
far too mean;
They mope in
filth they glean -
A mold infected scene.
Admired by all, they’re told,
A fraying rope is sold -
Aspired to be controlled,
They grope but never hold.
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30. |
Divinities
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Desirable societies
Invigorate sanguinities
Distinguishing, varieties
Encompassing affinities.
Encouraging infinities
Illuminate philosophies
Developing, divinities
Agreeable mythologies.
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31. |
Immanence
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In immanence, both
goddesses and gods do live
Within the world – in nature
and machines which move;
Despite the words of bitter men,
they need not prove
The ways that their great
sanctity to us does give.
Inside the trite,
polemic universities
Exists the rage of Atheists -
whose caustic lair
Is occupied by Christian,
propagandic prayer;
We have our faith without
their daft perversities.
Past boundaries,
modernity, and partisans,
Are beautified,
illustrious divinities
Which speak to us in
personal affinities -
In forms of both the
mystics and the artisans.
In cycles turn the
seasons, like society -
Reminding us the world
we know is fleeting here.
In blessing us, their
presence is innately clear;
They show us timeless
strength and pure variety.
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Nefermose California
I'm an American mystic that shares spiritual wisdom, traditional poetry, electronic music and vector art in a variety of themes and motifs.
nefermose.com
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