Everyman's

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Like a thin line of marching clouds Letters follow letters in a leafy image of procession Images of silence drop dead in torrential rains The images that break open my heart of lengthening silence I wake up in a labyrinth of melting shadows I hear the sounds of the depth of night I see lesser... Sign in to see full entry.

Again I will come to this world Again I will hear the rustling breeze of the leaves Again the sun will give me the shade to sit with the chirping birds And my mother will open her breast to my fluttering lips. Again the sky will be reborn into my eyes And again I will go from one star to another... Sign in to see full entry.

Lost, lost, lost As if lost in a labyrinth Of quicksilver pain You like a grounded reptile Slashing and burning In jerking saliva And I am hardly sinking Like your drowning flotilla In a breastful of hemlock Thump, thump, throbs Your little heart Beating hard upon My closing moments Penetrating your... Sign in to see full entry.

What do want of me? Not a half-way all to the scorching sun And a fresh tide of dying rainbow So hardly falling in droplets of crying tears Or a few rhymes of harvesting hunger Everly for dwelling in a closing cubicle Of huffings and puffings in hanging illusions And a superbowl of human eyes That... Sign in to see full entry.

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One never knows By any faith or by any truth Whether it is only the beginning Or, the beginning of the end That will come out of the shackles Of crying bugle riding rough Over the warring peace in silence The spring thunder over the blue rose Seeks solace in embers of praire fire Never knowing the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Puffs of clouds Walloping the breezy wind Sparsely punctuating The widening gap Of a long day’s summer solstice Curving at a nautical scale Of the human equinox Wildly at the breathing woods Solar flare rises Soaring high upon the sweating snows Beating at the heats of sultry looking leaves Crying... Sign in to see full entry.

Years ago, years on Once hunger was like butterflies' wings Carrying corpses of dead larvae So unsurprising and so beautifully unassuming That reminisced hardly as never ever The dark days of mencingly proliferating nights So dead drop at the excellence Always of enticing prophetic foibles That the... Sign in to see full entry.