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Poetry: Prose Poetry and Palindromes (or Nectar)
He thinks himself the timber of the gods’ beating hearts. The argument produces an inconsistency; he believes in no god, save himself. Logic fails. Murder is writ into the stars. The unmarked...
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Poetry: A Palindrome for I
The Cat’s Eye Nebula I…? No. Is there truth? What lies beyond? Look we where horizon meets horizon, where dark denies light and light denies dark, embracing the Universe as the embracing dark denies...
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Poetry: Palindromes and Prayers
Dies righteousness; comes tomorrow when sun denies day and moon betrays night and hell devours heaven, beneath earth, heaven devours hell and night betrays moon and day denies sun. When tomorrow...
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A Palindrome for Honor
*This piece is for Thursday Poetry Poetry Prompt #12, posted by Pap today at We Drink Because We’re Poets. Check it out. Just to clear something up, the line “Honor is for the weak” is not a belief...
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A Palindrome for Death
Death; a tranquility found through release, have I Sunset coming to face me, with rest and growing darkness falling tears, fear forgotten, a life lived well? Well lived life, a forgotten fear, tears...
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A Palindrome for Madness
Mad; I was never mad. Am I now and forever thoughts laced with lunacy, subject-mind bearing monsters, ire without aim? Delicate; perfectly, my dissolved logic led me; believe they-others- those I...
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Deadly Virtues, Heavenly Sins: Lust and Chastity (A Palindrome) I
As I come worlds open up to me wash away the filth of cleanliness and burn away the taint of being like others As I fall back into the womb As I see beauty within the form I delight in the pleasures...
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Deadly Virtues, Heavenly Sins: Lust and Chastity (A Palindrome) II
When I come, it’s sweet nectar and goodness that I seek in the light of day When I see, it’s pure and true; there is pleasure within and without when I conquer, the flood that comes is divine; what is...
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A Palindrome for Decay
Remember? Was it yesterday? It was when dust, and embers, and ashes wept from something beyond finery of days that beget days of finery beyond something from dead ashes and embers and dust. When was...
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