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Poplars in November

 

Their branches proud above the town

like men in rank, their feet in mud,

skyward facing they can't look down

their roots fixed in this land of blood.

 

And onward, over fields and seas

men wrenched their hearts too far from home,

mere saplings who would not make trees

but from whose seed a nation's grown.

 

Across the green, the cenotaph

its lonely stone, rain...

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Postea Vitam

 

 

Where might you be?

not on some lazy Isle sun-kissed and loved.

In rain-soaked streets beneath epileptic light?

are you where you thought you'd be...

 

are you un-anchored from your dreams?

passed through their veil of comfort...

real worlds are the sum of all our disappointment

their dark corners offer no redemption.

 

Is it just the night that brings you s...

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The last living room

 

Not much, but at least a place to die.

 

The faux heroics of killers obliterates their victims...

languishing, chained to the memories of those who wait.

 

Ignored in gleaming streets or broken in the ruins.

 

Automatons of death find them; their eyes show all to all.

A news clip, a gif, an empty revenge on waste.

 

Old men dine in celebration, "Manna and Halva f...

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Nexus-6

 

Does Winter come upon an hour

to crush the bloom of autumn flower,

to take the silken petalled ball

before its fading beauty falls.

 

Or does it come with malcontent

in crueller winds that won't relent,

to drive it hard without reprieve

so all that lived before must leave.

 

And we who watch those come and go

just like the seasons cannot know,

when turns ou...

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Holy triptych

                    

                     i

 

Millenia before divisions birth

sands shifted unconstrained,

seas un-parted caressed the earth,

no sacred path by men ordained.

 

                   ii

 

Lands unfolding, gods and kings

psalms and gospels, crescent and cross.

Twelve tribes rising, desert springs,

prophesying wealth and loss.

 

Borders burnin...

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The Shallow Sunbathers

 

The wreckage on the ocean floor

lies deep,

the treasure that it went there for

its murky world will keep...

 

as are the souls and truths

of those who dare to seek,

beyond the veiled lies of proof

too many others speak.

 

Above, the shallow sunbathers

bask in filtered light,

welcoming malignancy

they revel in The Blight...

 

they'll all go down t...

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A prison is the past

 

To live in the shadow of one's self

is to never see new light,

reliance upon historic wealth

is the Kingdom of the trite.

 

To tread unknowing steered by will

is to chance new worlds to see,

the path of men should not be still

that all of man be free.

 

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On The Mount

 

The Orange Groves in salty air

stand proudly, squat toward the Sea

the cultured roots that hold them there

unseen beneath each nurtured tree.

 

The blossomed fruit pristine with dew

raised up through rock, held firm by soil,

is testament to life anew

and those who gave with blood and toil.

 

Though the sky will fall and burn

and some may cling to cleft and sha...

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On Treachery²

 

To speak of treachery one should know

that those betrayed

sometimes do sow...

 

the seed that takes to fertile soil,

polluting blooms

for future spoil.

 

The revelation of the fact

by gloating fools

unveils their act...

 

that they unknowing of their fate

expose their woven web

of hate.

 

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