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Tainted Soul

 

angels

 

We are the stain

Spreading slow

Rolling black,

The heaviness of deeds

Grinding, metal upon metal

Until we are nothing but tainted souls,

Specters, fading into the murky night

 

 

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Thunderbolt

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The thunderbolt strikes, Infecting my soul

Like venom coursing through my veins

Paralyzing me, Consuming me

Exploding into shimmering motes of light

 

 

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winter souls

 

Smiling zealots twisting faith

Hate is the foundation of

The evil horde of bland faces, winter souls

Wearing their self- righteous evil with honor

Lies and suppression are their tools

Fostering a system of inequality

Scheming against the light,

Darkening us all

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the smiths

 

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that

Interesting is how they described her face

Sharp jaw and high cheek boned

Eyes the color of melting caramel

Hair shades of light and dark brown

Windblown and tussled around her elfin face

She wasn’t beautiful, so they say

Not in the conventional way, anyway

It lay behind her narrow brown specks

Hidden behind her broad red smile

Between her light and dark moods

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that.

 

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solar-eclipse

 

Few could know the darkest hour

That comes into the light

Exposing the gray mood

That hides its purpose from the hearts that turned

The world into a place that would not love.

 

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The Kiss.jpg

 

I will come whichever way I can,

Driven by hope, by desire, and by fate

To see you, to touch you, to love you

 I will come

Whichever way I can,

I will come.

 

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eye

 

 Rising memories fading with  light

 A stranger in tomorrow’s night

Thundering pain in my head

A wicked beast, so vicious and dead

The carnal glazes that covers me

What  tangled web of lust we weave

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pouring wine

Fear of the pint

Lengthened by fear

The fury rattled loudly

On Old Taylor Road

 

 

 

 

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The Face

Angel Faces

Her face

Rose the day

Translucent against

The alabaster sky

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The Circle

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I make circles

To ease the pain

To comfort me

To stop the rain

 

I make circles to

To hide the sound

To shatter the silence

To drown out the sound

 

I make circles

Then lower the shades

To block out the light

To control the pain

 

I make circles

Because I am free

To hate everything

And everything includes me

 

 

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