The stalk of your sensuous shadow, haunting, the carnal essence of my soul's absolution. Absolving my lusting eyes as I repent the sins of my poetic gangrene penned by the Tarot. In the dark shade of this Gothic cult the griffin whispers through loveless...
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Cold in this studio, sweet hypothermia with rigor's cummerbund. Curling around me coldly misty shadow, touching. Rising to the moonlight a little death-chilling. Laying me down in a land of dreams, spilling the skeins. Naked in my darkest dreams collabora...
In the eyes of the dark now pale of the bark to be from the leaf of old mothers death hangs from the Tupelo gathering the thorns with the last breath of Autumn falling into the shadow of the veil in the eyes of the dark
With strings of a dulcimer shaking me a willow. with a scent that weeps the silence of it all touching the creek stones with Autumn's tomorrow shaking me a willow holding it close to the windmill of my mind in the eddies of my prose with strings of a dulc...
In dreams of nature's paramour of cardamon and used candles. Listening to the sounds from the well of Artesian and Aphrodite. Echoing the clandestine tall trees of the winds and leaves of lingerie. Whispering geometry, π r2, in dreams of nature's paramour...
Of withers and breathless willows in a lyrical translation haunting the quiver in my mind silently like fingers bending holding on to the pen's morality as soft winds touch the myriads at peace in remnants of nature of withers and breathless willows with...
Monsters I have created under my bed of twilight's annihilation to be fed meat-based ground bait called chum of dark's pickle herring marinated in rum for me and my boogie banded gadroon wafting dead's perfumery bloom of twilight's annihilation to be fed
these dreams, haunted melodies outside my window a nosegay of putricication boiling over the moon's shadow falling onto a barren land with no soul as muddy waters from deep when the mast is broken and the bilge is pumped by who... laying waste to humanity...
Through your almondine green eyes love me when the waters are still love me when the tides rise and the buttermilk churns beneath the gray skies of an Autumn's windjammer the falling leaves of sycamores love me in your anonymous love me beneath your cold...
"With this ring", In the candle's light, I can see the shadow of a falling leaf in my mind's portmanteau the miracle of our day wed in gathering Twilight's wreath "to love and cherish" trying to balance the bittersweet as if a lonely heron in a shallow gl...
Wikipedia says that A1 is a sauce. So we are under attack by a sauce? Which is short for Sausalito, a city in California. What does a steak sauce have to do with Artificial Intelligence? Can it spell Mississippi? I tried talking to a bottle of A1 and got...
It's your party bopping the gristle of sanctimonious heathens with no cover charge Hats off to the body-snatchers in delirium's sweet memories of intoxication Welcome to my hidey-hole of puddings and veins and hypocrites as Jesus resurrects Farewell you s...
A thorn and wilted rose for The Apocalypse to linger and decay in the shadows of a herd biting off the throat with words inappropriate with the quill of a feather stuck in one's craw on empty pages hemorrhaging worms a bloodbath of Draconian shattered dre...
The evetides rise on the moon scratching its eyelids of nature over the bones willow protecting the dead as the sinew of butterflies take wings sounding as if angels bringing peace taking notes on the lyrical quotes of spirits singing shadows over the sea...