Thunder Rum

Somewhere within a troubled mind
Long eaten by the winds of time;
Shards of the man that once he was,
Regretted road sides stained with blood.

Lost behind his hidden thoughts,
Filled with pain's forget-me-nots.
With thunder rum and lightning wine
He seeks escape in vain and blind.

Storms blow the tattered, withered, sails.
Black as sin, this dark soul’s tales.
Undead horrors haunt his sleep.
Phantoms of what used to be.

Sand falls through the hour glass,
His eyes search deep beyond the past.
Dark brandy brewed in false delight.
Naught could end his sleepless nights.

The tempest in him rages on
Though covered by a wistful song.
He knows of what all others hear:
His madness his consuming fear.

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Veiled Infinity

Fading light in bleeding dawn.
Midnight moon holds back the sun.
Simple lives killed by desire,
A hunter on the wind for hire.
Spinning worlds beheld at dusk:
Finders, keepers, thoughts of dust.

A glaring night with falling stars,
Wand'ring thoughts that orbit Mars.
The galaxies beyond my reach
Leave footsteps on the silent beach.
Wreckage laid out on the sand.
Moonbeams burn a fiery brand.

Music of the moving spheres,
Minor chords and gentle tears.
Venus groans as false gods die.
Veiled infinity passes by.
Years of wind, rains of time,
Dragon fire, hawk eyes blind.

Fairy mist and violet red.
The flowers scream, the truth lies dead.
Purple grasses, bruised and broken,
Amber eyes and words not spoken.
Giving, taking, lost and found:
Pirate's blood, unworthy crown.

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Sedition

Drowning in the scarlet thunder,
Envy casting forth its bloom.
To disregard the haunting fervor
Reveals the name upon the tomb.

Venom etched into the stonework
Of the stormy splintered wood.
The poison blossom of deception
Burns like fire never could.

The muted thief and blemished wound
Leave the vapor dim and stale.
The dark buds of sedition blood
Mark the path where warriors fail.

The infamy a traitor's curse,
A tempest tinged with bitter haze.
Defector's hatred well rehearsed
Though turncoat errand seldom pays.


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Solstice

The mirrors round about us move,
Your bag of tricks discerning.
The quiet screams that fill my mind
And ghostly winds returning.
While here upon the Autumn breeze
The leafy biers burning.

I dug my grave too deep a thing
To hide your jealous plunder.
Their steady hearts begin to beat
And feed the rolling thunder.
While all the rivers run with blood
And melt the lacy wonders.

In darkness and with brazen hearts
Stood pawns of bitter spite,
Waiting for the moment when
The moon would fall from night
And cut throughout the foggy veil,
Call up the misty light.

Within the midnight haze we hid
And built this flowered shrine.
But frozen noon came sweeping through
And claimed what once was thine.
So silently your wrath poured out
Into cups of bitter wine.

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Tragedy

You scripted well your tragedy,
Working backward from the end.
Never thought that you would see
The broken letters you had penned.

Snowy embers, late to bloom
Melt to ice the burning page,
Taking every thought ill-gotten
To set the players on the stage.

All the reels of merry solace
Burned for sake and madness trade.
Laughing at the dreary revel,
Painted with insulting shade.

Sketch the shadow-lit facade,
Pretend that you don't see them.
Enchanted web that sparkles with
The tears of selfish reason.

This dragon writhes upon its perch
Of pain and mortal sorrow;
Such jealousy of bitter mirth,
Your anger for to borrow.

Fair and dark of splendid starlight,
Words sprung of a wishing well.
Close the book upon the story
With wings here broken since we fell.

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Wanderlust

Confession if the Constant drowns
In vibrant pools of wanderlust.
The mind is lush
With such renown,
As known by the cardsharp wretch.
All profit gained is fit to stretch
To every turning of their rhymes.
A mortal master,
Trust him not:
One eye sharp, the other blind.
Such beasts as these
Are not confined.
If forest calls,
Then more the stream.
Of Elven songs.
More Pixie green.
Here their be giants, thieves and maids.
Rogue and scoundrel, darkly paid.
Of stages set,
Of parts long played,
Here they lie in deepest shade.
Draw your lots,
Cast you fire.
Wonder finds lust and desire.

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Painted Lace

Crystal tears of amber grace
Fall across the white washed sea.
The darkness that we built was molded
By the thing I could not be.

Conceal my bitter imperfection
With a veil of bloody fear,
Touching scars that lightly dance
Against the brighter hemisphere.

All the world falls down to stillness
Beneath the caverns of our minds.
Reaching out to touch the nightfall
In this cup of fairy wine.

The fingers of a lacy eve
Fall with red-tipped monarch wings.
This goblet black and ebony
Could never mask such shadowed things.

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