LEBANON’S LAMENT

LEBANON’S LAMENT Do pity the fallen angel Grace has abandoned him Flawless wings snipped from his back Fooled by lust scandal and sin The cherubs were all invited The motherless children exited And as they flew they gracefully dipped Letting each mortal in Rising upward the wailing goes under Nothing comforts a waterless thunder that […]

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A TROUBADOUR’S BALLADE TO LADY DI

A TROUBADOUR’S BALLADE TO LADY DI Bring out an entourage of regalia. Punchinello wears a sage’s medallion. Twisting angels gaging battalions straightening the tangled path for our Lady Di. Lifting an anticipating stallion while wearing no garlic or onion. The Red Brigade was left for the Italians purging the mangled path to our Lady Di. […]

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THE LAST PROCESSION OF DIGNITY

THE LAST PROCESSION OF DIGNITY As the fanfares resonated proclaiming a fatherless birth of deity the cherubim hovered in tranquility murmuring quiescent undertones. Through ingenious parables the ethnic mosaic attains synergy prompting mutual aspirations illustriously embellishing our environment. Grasping the cordial concepts the despicable will crudely manipulate eventually fabricating institutions usurping our innocence to overthrow […]

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MEMORANDUM OF DAYS PAST

MEMORANDUM OF DAYS PAST Consummating a dream sequence incites the orientation of metaphysical apparitions somnambulistically sauntering weaving the silken lace through an everlasting labyrinth. Elusively meandering through pages of a mysterious manuscript we ascertain a disquisition reciting verses of equanimity redeeming the virtue of steadfastness through the apocalypse. Approximating the rebirth of philosophical thought processes […]

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LAST BREATH

LAST BREATH Twilight gleams ever so hauntingly like a spirit restless with a feeling that the sun’s disappearing. The northern lights arise to reveal an ominous omen as a centaur gallops stampeding the helpless. Dawn will come with a fickle taunting breeze and a sweet rainbow, but sleepless urchins roam the street. I know their […]

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