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Typical (Poem)

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Opened a book today

A million men died in its pages

A million widows wept, what can I say
A typical account of typical ages

A great river had promise

To make the land rich

They must never miss

The chance to satisfy that itch

Utility’s king

Futility’s felt without building a thing

So goes the ring, so goes the ring

The round circle tight as a noose

Choking the poets

Squeezing the juice

Potential is drained

Yeah you know it’s
The way it’s explained

Very matter of fact

That we must sacrifice

With a haste without tact

For we need things nice

Yet do we really know

What’s nice and what’s ill

What poets, muses, and sages

Are lost in the men that we kill

For the promise of better just slightly
The thing haunts me nightly

So my lamp burns more brightly
Till I see this dross is all gone

Life is a thing both febrile and strong

Both sacred and wrong

So I guard that flame

Doubly sure to maintain the song

For many have died and many are lame

While I have vigor
I’ll recall their name

Pull (Poem)

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I am waiting for realization

Sitting on the precipice

Of some formation

I can’t feel a moments peace

Because context it eludes me

I must chase my playful bride

From a sense of symmetry

I fashion signposts to serve as guide

As I meander through the chambers

Of the Minotaur

With Ariadne’s thread

 The sketches on these papers

The fall of line

The spill of ink

Ties up in the divine

Or so I like to think

And if its all but a fever

A dream of longing fools

I will never be a griever

For I’ve known such subtle pulls

Omega Alpha (Poem)

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Pictures and these memories will turn to dust,

All these pictures and all these memories will turn to dust.

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I still trust…

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I can still trust…

Animate

Inaminate

Animate

Inanimate

These pillars dual

Are guards attending

In a formation perpetual

Whether we’re pretending

With information in our head

Or are proceeding in formation

Towards wherever the gardens led

That’s the operation

And I no longer fear

Because the stars likewise are made of dust

Yes, I see this very clear

In death, in life, in eternity I trust

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No More, No More (Poem)

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How is all of the magic

Of an embrace

Worn away by the Idleness

Of passing from place to place

With the day to day

All we can say

Is come what may

What for

What for

The sound of nails in the coffin

is

What for
What for

Premetaurely entombed

In lily garlands
Of pallid

Acceptance of

This here and
No more

I still recall sweetly
How the light caught the water

And how very neatly
The sun kissed her daughter

In the fading limelight
To mark a brief passing
Amid dreams, time, and our dancing bones
Skeletal frame
Made quick by live dust
Yet we don’t erect stones

We no longer trust

In kisses
Or passion
Such fleeces

Are quiet out of fashion

Ah but why

What for

What for

That’s the mystery most high

What 

What for

The coffin’s not even nigh

No

It is here

We’re in it my dear

Before our time
Because the magic slipped out
We’d found a strong rhythm a stolid old rhyme
We kept to the beat
Cause that’s what strength is about
Yet we no longer greet

The morning with a great expectation
In our rehearsed caress

There is no elation
I no longer see home

When your foot slips from under your dress

What for

What for

I have seen a vast garland
Stretching from aeons
In shadow in light

…gazing upon your delicate hand…
It gave my spirit fight

A sense of place in time’s sand

Yet now all I hear
Is yes, o yes dear

Each repetition is a hammer that cries ‘pon the nail

What for

What for

I’d try to see if there’s more for you or for me
But I’ve got a luncheon with Mr. O’ clock around Four

Will we ever find the door:
…Again…

The door

To no more

No more:

What for

What for…

No more

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Without a Name (Poem)

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You are my sweetest sunshine

You are my favored one

And clearly…O so clearly

We are far from done

Out where the sky is purple

Out where the sea is seen

I’ve locked within my fleshly chest

The record of a dream

My soul is calling fiercly

Crying loudly out for an embrace

…Of the fire that animates

The memory of a face

The tawdry passing of the years

Has worn away the monument

Yet nonetheless it still does stand

As testament

That the tears are not in vain

Despite this strain

Ah, how you loved a rosy sky

How its subtlety caught your eye

I gaze now at such a firmament

With bittersweet lament

With heaving sigh

And toilsome anguished cry

The lock is sprung the chest is rent

Engulf the crimson with a greater flame

With prosaics pierce through the Gordian knot of eternities sophistic trane

There entwine

All for the sake of those

Who loved

And died without a name