Strangers with Common Faces

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I would not if I were you.

These are stark pages, delinquent places,

for strangers with common faces.

As the raven flies,

Edgar and prose, linger on.

Clutching the mystery of the dark-side with ravenous pride.

I would not if I were you.

We all know Lucifer is beauty in black and blue.

We all know righteousness is flawed.

Pride, the ice in which the sinister rain thaws.

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Adrift in my Night

 

A salty stranger to some. imageedit_11_5917190130

But I know where you came from…

And,

why you have come.

Posed at the edge of the rumpled bed.

Gesturing to words not said.

Alluding to the mistakes that need to be fed.

As if on cue.

A far off face in my morning meditation.

As always, my aches justification.

Well trained, I wait for you full knowing the ramifications.

Sadly,

You are not new.

You walk with the same purpose as I do.

Somehow you are fresh like February snow in the night.

Old and tiring,

a withering ash that falls out of the fold.

The same as a wind that has grown bold.

Intruder,

I have the same question,

as I always do.

‘Where are you when the pain is new?’imageedit_4_6992353357

Strangers with Common Faces

junk yards 5

I would not if I were you.

These are stark pages, delinquent places,

for strangers with common faces.

As the raven flies,

Edgar and prose, linger on.

Clutching the mystery of the dark-side with ravenous pride.

I would not if I were you.

We all know Lucifer is beauty in black and blue.

We all know righteousness is flawed.

Pride, the ice in which the sinister rain thaws.

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