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Await me on the other side

Of the ocean which shivers with every wave,

Of the wasteland that whistles with each shadow.


Await me on the other side,

Beside mountains which wail their solace,

When they cannot turn and see for once,

The sun rise afore their back.


By the brambles that flow inwards, 

You shall find my voice draped in ornate canopy,

Reading to your weary ears,

The lullabies long forgotten,

From the feeble cast of mind.


Await me, 

Between paths torn asunder,

Neath moon guiding with silver hand,

To a land long lost amidst the tide,

Of memories piled upon,

Hands defying time.


Await me, friend,

So that we could journey together,

Laughs striking the midnight blue,

In search of smooth pebbles,

Treading sands with steps anew.


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HAWKERS


I barter in words,

Like a merchant’s ware,

So it’s pity we draw from the same well,

And yet pause to envy one another,

To count the cost sans the sell.

The Artist


On a bleak summer day,

A face all old and broken with lines,

Peeked through the window,

Eyes shinning with guilt,

As he stole from behind the curtain,

Moments of men,

So that he could carve,

In the stagnant listlessness of his home,

A myriad tale of love and loss,

To hang by the fireplace,

For all to witness and whisper about,

A myth, a saga, a tragedy,

A lie to give life, 

To him who never lived 

And lives no more,

But exists like a monument, his masterpiece

Holding in it’s silence, secrets of the centuries.







Shadow

I am a shadow,

Thus I cannot blink,

When studying the cold blindness,

Of this smooth, molten world. 

I am a shadow,

Sliding into Oblivion,

As formless as infinite,

And as helpless as one.


I am a shadow,

Paraphrasing mute words,

Raging amidst masses ,

In thread like ripples.

I am a shadow,

Curious and quite,

Like iron draped in rust,

Neath veil of silver light.


I am a shadow,

I reign on the line,

Nothing farther than thy far,

Nothing nearer than mine.

I am a shadow,

And I speak of night’s past,

As I sailed under starlight,

And people’s twin hearts.


I am a shadow,

Spurred on by flaw

With Equanimity my armor,

And ambiguity my law.

I am a shadow,

And I whisper through the ages,

Sifting stained pages of history,

Marking epoch and phases.