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White stone upon stone,
turret opposite turret,
tower with a narrow front
that peaks through the ivy,
a castle that looks at the sky
like one looking for a dream,
solitude still and quiet
that...
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Lapse of Sanity
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Paths of darkness in the imagination,
trails of paranoia and fear.
The little voice in your head says;
"Dont look...
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Sharp trickster,
how we loved to watch you tie
our muddled minds into a knotted maze.
Your jests and jokes
did twist each question,
"Why?"
till heart and head
were drugged in deadly daze.
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(Having fallen asleep on top of
an electric blanket)
Well, no one really got the joke
at first.
As lawns burnt brown,
as birds fell from the sky,
as winds blew hotter,
children cried of...
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Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer
I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by...
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I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to...
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Virtually Yours
Turned on, logged in,
scanning the electropulse.
Synapse acuity keen,
firing in rhythm,
transforming comprehension.
Intermingling...
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Constantine Cavafy
69. GAZING
All the beauty I ever saw before
- yes, all of it; none of it abandoned -
has turned into an archetypal image
lost in the creeping foliage of my brain
among thick...
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Abandoned rails, forgotten trails, in secret places hide.
Ghosts of teh past, are all that last, where thousands used to ride.
The lonesome mourns, of distant horns, still haunt the hills and...
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