

Cold EarthCold Earth _____________________Cold Earth
Grief, deeper than suicide Pain, sharper than knives Elegant hands can strangle The music that belies
Cold earth its own passing Incising wind to hell A lovers reel slashing does not burn ashes well
Camelot, a castle, safe haven for the heart, though battlements may crumble, The warlocks do not depart
Evasive pining cruelty Craving for defeat, a Cold and killing passion An agony to meet.


ElegyElegy ________________________Elegy
Oh and when it was that The sand was bare and The touch was real and the Girls, the very young girls Their guile was innocent Their promise unknowing And kissed with miracles
And then how it was when it Ebbed and flowed, the growing Waves of life, emotion growing rich From the vastness of longing, Needing, finding, stumbling to Encounter all not perfection in Hopeful fortuity, deflect or encounter, Pain inevitable, erstwhile, in Anticipation of joy
And oh how it is now that The s


RazorRazor ______________________Razor
Look in the mirror Your mouth is alive Your lower lip shaped like a heart Your upper... straight, like a razor blade
Yes, it is a metaphor, You can love or kill with a single movement
You have many colors; Iridescent: Blues, green, gray, copper, auburns. Your soul is is a river; your aura is peaceful.
I could easily drown.


LisaLisa ___________________________Lisa
Submerged blind visions, stone flowing cuts hard mists pleading crying for deep emotion Open waters, crested and rolling . . .
Endless light; sun motes releasing
the harbinger; proffering love? reaper of hate; all deep feeling, all deep needing, all deep mystery
Crested vast heavens, velvet waves of joy; Star motes, the skys’ silken pavane Courtly scions, witnesses of existence witnesses of truth, witness to reproach
Early jackdaw morning, something stolen, a poisoned wound bleeds, a
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The Banishment of Time"Here comes the frost," She sighs, drinking up time-- Infinite and fluid as tears-- Anxious, cold, and waiting For a gust from the north To dry her heart, carry it away in its piercing cloak.The Banishment of Time
Her dark hair, a draping silken cloak, Cascades to her waist, and the frost In her eyes flickers by the light of a north- Bound moon (the messenger of Time) As hours, brimming with waiting, Pass slowly, soaked in tears.
She wipes the glaze of tears From her cheek, gathering the sheets about her like a cloak Around her silver shoulders, waiting For the


PhantomShe comes to me where it is always night— A black form, flowing black cape; And like the moon, her face is white, A deadly blossom from the black scape. Her whisper I hear, soft but austere.Phantom
Her lips blow boreal breaths of dreams, Dark torrents, cataclysmic illusions, A web of inky, sugary themes Building an empire, forcing extrusions That harden like ice behind my eyes.
She tips the hourglass to begin (With glassy ice knives and mirrors as weapons) The descent of fallacy from within And as each silver sliver cut deepens, I begin to see the maste
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