Pastel sun peeks through.
Spring dreams diffused in white fog.
Winter's closed curtains.

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Gone. That's what he'd tell the probing lickspittles. It was a perfect system for one of his status. When they inquired where the entire town had gone off to, he'd shrug with high-born they'd nod their imperious heads and never bother to ask if he'd done it.

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Otters will not be If you visit you must bring their favorite fruit or don’t show up at all. Lingonberries. If you add them to ice cream you’re a VIP. The otter king and queen will sing songs of praise to you as puffins dance in circles.

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Naked Tales©️

No is ever seen without eyes of lies, and ears who hear little “naked tales.”

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Words crashing to a halt
Lost in aesthetic saturation
blinding ignited
quiet glow
contacts of reason
shadow blooms iridescent
molten flow in crevices
slurping fluidic bliss


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She rubbed her arms to keep the chill from sticking to her bones. Turning to the hearth, she made quick work of tending to the flame. It consumed her with a spark, taking on a human shape, finger-like tendrils & crackling eyes awaiting her command.

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Immorality begets
The doctor~
Faucets of oblivion
To turn rotational breaths..

Boneyard whispers
Of dirt grit shallow hollows
Weaving tissued scissors,
Down your skin~

To collide the night..
With death,



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I’ll be that colorful little bird,
With a beautiful name,
Perched on a cinnamon tree,
A heavenly fragrance all around,
One last before flying high
Up the sky,
Not to be trapped in this world…

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Their job was to excite the little soul within the new mother, to bring about the quickening. An easy and, to their they usually excelled. Sweet petals strewn about delighted most. Alas, this wee bairn craved blood, so the banal festivities went unnoticed.

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She thought of her father and how they'd found him in the game. Henri had no idea how long he'd been a pawn in Val's plot.

Em glared at Lucian. "Why are you grinning? How long have YOU known?"

"Known what? That Valentin's a the pirate chuckled. "Ages."

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Maniac of words
making my mark
on a million pages
Ripping to shreds
the standard
rules of Love
Lighting fires
on every corner
Lifting screams
above the violent waves
Pumping my fist
at the impending
apocalypse
Writing between the raves



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The hidden cords of dark existence
dressed in of virtue
while the immoral rapacity
carried out by proxy

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Stardust manifests
as us dreaming of magic
yet to incarnate.

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What words do spring forth from my lips
Gracious, loving, deliberate diamonds of bliss
Would be the dullest of rocks and stones
Without the filling these bones
Inflaming the deepest glow from within
Rising from the heart
This love letter must begin

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Deep in the antique store
A magical lay forgotten
Until the new assistant found it
Polishing it she became instantly hypnotised
The deep spiralling colour holding her
It’s magic drawing out her & transferring it inside
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We are necessarily the hero of the we dream up, but when it comes to the villains, there’s only so much we can borrow and the rest will have to be projections of our own inner potential wickedness, which is a better use of the negative energy.

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They didn't see each other ever,
They just knew they were twin souls all along

Who had met ages ago,

They had a

The reunion of the divine souls has just begun!

The union is inevitable, imminent

Eagerly awaiting....
to be continued...


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This is a piece that will feature in my second book of piercing poetry and twisted lyrics….. Watch this space! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

“Narcisschism”

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my lies
helpless, pinned
by forks, nudged
towards checkmate
by lock or choke,

but i escape & submit
my opponent, glimpsing
another inch of that
vast path between
competency & mastery.

i wonder...

how is beauty beheld both
in overcoming & in surrender.

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