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Fervent Enigma

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Find me in reveries of dust and shadow. Midnight ruminations and nocturnal requiems. ~All poems are my own unless stated. All rights reserved.~

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pulling up your soul by the roots, tearing out all things good and bad and sweet and ugly. cleaning out the blood, the rot, the foreign tangles and sweet nothings. uprooting the heart once more until it's salted and sun-bleached again.


An untold limerick spanning the entirety of the infinite cosmos, a sprawling zeitgeist gaining lightyears of traction. The birthing of unimaginable revelations now in an undying bloom.


The ornate melodies blooming from within your withered countenance despite the tragedies that befall. The path of the wayward iconoclast ever traversing, ever bleeding.


As if from a memory or some long forgotten dream, I’ve prioritized a lavish life amongst the beatitudes of the hedonist. The exquisite tapestries and shades of life are a windfall to be wrought and severed whenever deemed possible.


The tragic play of humanity set as a maquette in flames, the dire hue a spectacle of hubris and egoistic verve. Ubiquity set before us as false virtue signaling torrents of upend. Stigmata, ending, unending.


My most visceral moments of poetic clarity come to me in dreams where my mind is awash in preternatural obfuscation.


All dreams are saturation masked as enigmas. An endless visage bleeding technicolor unto the collective unconscious, evoking a cataleptic response within all of humanity.


I prefer not to mark the passage of time with numbers and figures, but with scars and shadows. Mortality is an ever shifting jewel riddled with blood and chaos.


I thought I was chasing a dream, but it was really a nightmare I was after.


The barriers of morality and ego are shattered by the roar of eternity. Notions of time and space are capsized under a distant epiphany. We are a universal attempt at a grand posturing.


A fevered masquerade encroaches upon the remnants of this delirious ecstasy. Crimson sheds its secrets in ripples and waves. Mascarade de sang.


Strange flowers engulf your countenance and brilliant eruptions flow, like some holy cadaver in ecstasy. A beautiful juxtaposition set to flame.


Cherish your nightmares, for they will cradle you when no one else will.


Severed from my solace. Night time serenades and offerings of lotus flowers to rotting mannequins. I wear dust and memory like a jeweled crown in these nostalgic throes.


The harrowing march to freedom will inexplicably lead to an inevitable end. There is only saturation masked as beauty in this world of fragments and illusion.


Bleed art unto this canvas called life.


The advent of autumn encroaches. The amour of falling leaves and melting candles. Crestfallen spirits, ancient tragedies, and serenades to the virtuously departed.


The mercurial pining of a long forgotten ghost. Tragic tears lavishly shed at the end of humanity’s reign, what once was shall never be.


Night falls like a luxurious gown, an ornate drapery shrouding hidden enigmas. A ruby nestled in time. A tilted stairway forever spiraling, forever crumbling.


“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” - Pablo Neruda


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