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Poetry

The Purpose of Lucifer

March 16, 2011 · 2 comments   137 views

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Hello world, I am god.
On Earth, I had the dream to create life.

I am the one who painted green.
First, I weaved grass – they served a purpose.
They held onto the skin of my Earth.
Then chiselled trees with a different purpose.
I gave them fruit, knowing that someday
The fruits would serve some greater cause.

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Desert From The Other World

May 9, 2010 · 0 comments   52 views

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Desert From The Other World

As world transpires into a moonlit desert –
Chilly, gray and with hints of colour.
The pale lush of the thorns,
Marking the edges of an otherwise serene horizon.

The cool breeze from the mellows of the dunes,
Carrying hope in form of whiffs from the sea.
Making me imagine myself walking barefoot
On the boundary of this world.

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You Had A Hand On Me

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Takes but a drop of outward thought -
In a bit to comprehend the simplicity of such a soul.
Those notes still ring;
The voice that made me feel at home.

Bosom friendship from a soul so great,
Naughty winks from the eyes of depth,
Witty smirks in as a way to cheer -
I have seen them all and have no despair.

November 30, 2009 0 comments

Crossover To The Adversary

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Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.

Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.

October 22, 2009 0 comments

Death Of The Abolitionist

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You keep running through the trenches
Ignoring the dead under your feet;
Your time following behind.

It is dark,
Everything is in shades of green,
Blood is black,
Oozing from mangled bones
As you step over them.

October 9, 2009 0 comments

Humence Sans Foetus

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From the abyss of the uncultivated she arose
To embezel the throne of myst and flair,
Holding on to the coins of merry
Unto the pity minds of the golden Æschere.

September 11, 2009 11 comments