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Theresa
The heart in me burning; the aching, the yearning, the caring, the searing, the scheming, the turning. The heart in me burning. The self in me daring; the drearing, the bearing, the warning, the scorning, the tearing, the smearing. The self in me cheering. The heart in me praising; the raising, the razing, the aching,
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Gnossienne No. 1
Hidden, that stairway well; That stairway led to hell. That speaks of runes — old, Of a curse you’ve to unfold, Of what you dare not tell — That stairway led to hell. The “You” I used to sow, That I believed I know Has otherworldly pain, That I unseal in vain. That “You” in
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Camilla
Unknowingly, Out of my omniscience, I rob, Your presence out of Life, I wandered lonely till I stop, Unto that lyrical strife, Unknowingly, your essence touched mine — all that was hollow, My deepest dormant effervescence; That whispered down:”No tomorrow” Unknowingly, I conquered the self in me subsiding, the maelstroms in my residing. Unpurposefully, I’m conquered,
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Aria
O’ Music, Only when you strum my threads, Vibrating into the fragrance of our decadence; unto the evening night treadings, within thy floral hues, and thine earthly cues. Blessing the heavenly and mundane weddings, O’ Aria, Sweet, Our time does fleet into the racing searing heat. A beating heart into the flawless memory Out of
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Lucia
& because thy Love lights; out of the lips of thine firmament, surrendering the lust of the world to meaning. I’m still instilled in thine each endless fold, in thine story, none dared, knew, nor told. Through thine exuberance, my misery’s convening; an immensity rendering my morning permanent, out of my starless nights. Because thy love lights; lingeringly kissing my own
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A Conversation Within
Have my way, transcending into me, A whimsy, must we stay dreadfully — obscure into an esoteric song, a prayer to a lonesome sea That pours out of a forlorn — forlorn shore, That pours out of a secret— secret door Into thine myriad spirit, thine dreary sea, Into thine forgetfulness, thine secret that I be. I
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A demon at the back
With the infinitude I teem, & all the resolve that I bred. A demon, there, that deep despair, at the back of my head. A whisper to which my soul hangs by a thread. A demon, there, at the back of my head. An evil, there, in the folds of my mind. dissolving myself behind; into
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Ever-veiled
Here I am, weltering between turns of day; arousing to the dawn of your visage, conforming to the afternoons of your Loss. Having been cured innumerably, But fading into the dust of chance & surrender Burning into a thousand torrent of a fountain — strained out of your heart unto mine a spring turning stardust
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Isabelle
Entice my heart as well, & tell thine sultry secrets much as I come to tell. For I trust the hands of time, That sent you back subsidingly sublime; Unto my tireless tides, within my eventual autumn, & upon my imminent sunset, my demon hides. I cast my dreary rhymes, To wipe away all unborn stains
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To be a “God”…
With every day that’s born, With all the wuthering tides; My passion is reborn; My Love once more abides, And I, I’m a new star soaring high, I… I rose beyond the furthest sky, Beyond the stars, beyond the clouds, Beyond the lonely withering crowds, I took the road less traveled by, They may rumble,
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