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On the west side of Eden
There is nothing but seven graves;
And in the dust, I hear voices chanting
But no bells ring.
Say it:
O for the radiance of a thousand suns
O I am become death, destroyer of worlds
O O O O
Until the rotting teeth
Fall from Golgotha's empty mouth
And tree's grow in the sockets,
Where pleading eyes
Used to be;
No one will know peace.
I used to bask in
The misty sunset's glow.
But now, even Valhalla's feasts
Seem quiet and empty.
I wonder if I'll ever
Get them right.
No wonder.
No wonder.
No wonder.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
There is nothing but seven graves;
And in the dust, I hear voices chanting
But no bells ring.
Say it:
O for the radiance of a thousand suns
O I am become death, destroyer of worlds
O O O O
Until the rotting teeth
Fall from Golgotha's empty mouth
And tree's grow in the sockets,
Where pleading eyes
Used to be;
No one will know peace.
I used to bask in
The misty sunset's glow.
But now, even Valhalla's feasts
Seem quiet and empty.
I wonder if I'll ever
Get them right.
No wonder.
No wonder.
No wonder.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Literature
What a Poem Should Be
A poem should be new,
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
Literature
A Letter to the Sun
dear Sun,
thank you for the light:
you gave me a chance to see the world anew.
oh, you brave star -
your effulgent figure comforts my soul;
it's new to me now
but I believe this
feeling
will
last.
thank you for the warmth:
winters seemed so long before you appeared;
your passion-fire heart nowhere near my own.
I wasn't sure if you would ever rise for me -
just when my dreams seemed their darkest,
you marked your place in my sky.
you were so close;
and we still are,
since your essence finds its way to me
every single day of the week.
I commit myself to your legacy:
you'll always have a special place
in
Literature
Sea of Shadows
Sea of Shadows
The clock strikes,
Midnight
Something doesn't,
Feel right
Streetlights,
Surrounded by,
Shadows full of fright
And a cold haze settles over,
The city and your soul
(You feel...)
You feel angry,
And you feel scared,
Your senses heightened,
So much more aware,
Than you ever thought they could be
You feel tired,
And you feel alone
In this sea of shadows,
You're on your own,
With this land of unreality
(You...feel...surreal...)
The sound of clicking boots,
Against stone
Your heart struggles to beat,
To answer with it's own tone
Blurred shapes,
Slink around,
The edges of the light
You feel this need t
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