Energy Flows (a poem)

I could never touch the sky
Or lasso down the moon
The stars are far too high
But with them I commune
I can’t reach with my hands
And pull them down to me
So, I swallow astral energy
Spit it out into the sea

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Perpetual Sweetness (a poem)

I’ll see you on the other side
Where God makes all things right
After the destruction
Comes the everlasting light

All the things we’ve done
The good and the bad
Are unified and made whole
At last, we understand

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Maze Filled with Flowers (a poem)

A maze filled with flowers
They wither in my hands
I weep to pass the hours
Only the diseased understand
I’m lost, can’t be found
Wandering the maze forever
I come to the tall mound
At the maze’s exact center
The cyclops eye stares
The giant beast awakens
His growling fills my ears
With the suffering of nations

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Crack My Skull (a poem)

Remove the flesh from my face
Reveal the gorgeous skull beneath
All my memories you will erase
Resentments that make me seethe
Crack my skull, drink my blood
Bury me in the field over yonder
Do it now before the floods
When the Devil’s land is conquered

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Stardust On the Moon (a poem)

Why do you question my love?
What more do I need to show?
When I told you that I loved you
The only thing it could do was grow

We’ve settled into a rhythm
Things have gotten a bit stale
But that doesn’t mean my love is gone
Or that it has become brittle or frail

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Heartsick-Psychosis (a poem)

I saw you in the rain
The hazed lonesome night
There was sweetness in the pain
Lost in the city lights

I imagined what could’ve been
Had we not torn apart so brutally
I don’t know where to begin
To tell you my secrets truthfully

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Witches Chant their Spells (a poem)

The witches chant their spells
And we wallow in our private hells
We listen to tolling church bells
We wonder what compels us
To circle around the cauldron
And obey sinister doctrines

Witchcraft is not always evil
But it is in my little village
Our laws are quite medieval
And we have revoked privileges
Of the saints in the town square

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