I sometimes
see in gray hues,
but it’s not sad.

It’s the Bob Ross
Van Dyke Brown
mixed with Prussian Blue
kind of gray.

It’s you,
holding me
in your hands,
that bit of light,
the Titanium White,
in the tiny space
of gray,
right between
love
and surrender.

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shattered are the hollows within my heart
the delicate nature of tears in my eyes
fell on him with precious softness
I was helpless to be desired
for an instant I loved him
it was but a dream
it began to die
I shall sleep





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A beautiful inhuman creature I became
Shunned by the holy and the damned
Guarded by Heaven's cross & Hell's hounds
Would I ever feel again on my skin,
The precious tears of the sun?



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In the midnight echoes of forgotten time
I fought the lure of sin
To gain knowledge I hungered for
Despite the serpent’s grin
I savored the taste of an apple so ripe
Warnings I did shun
The battle between good & evil
Has only just begun


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