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« on: August 03, 2011, 01:37:32 AM »

Pygmalion the Cypriot

She yields her form to summer's love
Faithful, gazing to the dawn
No lies emerge from marble tongues
To betray the work of man

The touch of Venus can give life
But cruel is the mode of flesh
Eternal stone now fades away
Perfection, too, shall wither

As the sculptor breathes upon her
She is born to servitude
When ideals are lowered to us
We carve away their beauty
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« Reply #1 on: August 03, 2011, 07:45:55 AM »

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« Reply #2 on: August 06, 2011, 09:36:41 PM »

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« Reply #3 on: August 12, 2011, 04:54:35 PM »

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« Reply #4 on: August 12, 2011, 06:01:57 PM »

Möbius strip (Song of the Eternal)

Behold! Celestial, immortal!
The glory of a naked truth!
Horizons gleaming'”regal, cordial!
The dawn demanding tribute!

My feeble mind cannot contend
Tangled in the lariat
Of hubris and bravado

I welcome, then, the solar wind
Arcing from the chariot'”
The arrows of Apollo
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« Reply #5 on: September 06, 2011, 02:10:44 AM »

Love shall come in autumn
She is supple, strong, and sure
The boughs shall bow in reverence
To this monarch on her tour

Love shall come in autumn
Dressed in shades of red and gold
Much like the Scarlet Pimpernel
From the dime store tales of old

Love shall come in autumn
Chewing peaches, pears, and prunes
Undressing trees and laying bare
Underneath the harvest moon

Love has come in autumn
Chasing storm clouds from the sky
She guides me to her paradise
Where I fear that I may die
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« Reply #6 on: January 30, 2012, 07:33:02 PM »

Hospital afternoons: A dream in alabaster

Millennial columns, the archways of ancients
The Julian star, Ides and tarnished altars
Many-armed Death in its primeval splendor—

Tumbling, churning
The crashing of chariots
Mustangs, wild and galloping

—Peace between the pulses
Eternity in rhythm.
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« Reply #7 on: January 15, 2013, 09:50:22 PM »

behold:
the pillars have graffiti,
the triumphal arc collapsed.
the idols of our fathers
are this generation’s trash.

the daylight dons its purple shroud
and twilight’s sickle draws.
i wonder if the night’s eyes peer
beyond the lights and methane fog.

an endless arm of shadow
coils through the city.
i feel it drawing near me,
an oppressor without pity.

much like the tombs of pharaohs
from that desolate design,
this is love’s lost ancient empire
sand-swept and sunk from time
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