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Poems
The Noose Jan 2014
Skeleton Key
The Noose
Jan 2014
The visitant frequenting
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
CMD Jun 2015
early moss
CMD
Jun 2015
black moss, early morning
smoke egressing an open window
leaving behind a forest of desert trees
phantasma collecting in the shadows
of the eastern suns first hours
like a cowboy returning home late
it is everywhere, it is everywhere
it is okay to believe in magic
smoke egressing an open window
leaving behind a forest of desert trees
phantasma collecting in the shadows
of the eastern suns first hours
like a cowboy returning home late
it is everywhere, it is everywhere
it is okay to believe in magic