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Opening credits: Silence by everything (not a song but wondrous a state of nature)
Waking up:Awakening by The Damning Well
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“Dum..dum..dum” – my heart is hammering hard against the ribs, sending an unpleasant feeling of neurasthenia round the body.
“It’s too high, too high.” – I whisper slowly to myself, looking down on the earth, crawli
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Under the blue linen of the eastern skies
You set sail for the journey’s last
by Alleksa Jan
24 lines, 7 comments,
on Sep 17 8:00 AM 2007
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Bitter almond notes froze in the air,
And crystal silence prickles my ears -
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They are silver voices that shiver at night
The damaged memories like metal reflections
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Flowing through the obsidian sky screen
A heavy brew of fresh forget-me-nots,
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I lead my legions to the war of solitude
Across snow-dusted hills and frozen lakes
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Sea waves strike another haughty pose, / Their tin foil waters shiver like shadows of the Noh / So full of burning spleen - / They got th
by Alleksa Jan
26 lines, 7 comments,
on May 7 2:39 AM 2007
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Red pendulum in the thickets of a night
Whooshing hypnosis of its ominous rhythm -
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Tarnished waters whisper of hoary conspiracies As turbid utterances of Revolution seal their souls
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The pungent hands of wind shred the chiffon clouds Dissolving amidst the lead(en) skies like shadows in the light -
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by Alleksa Jan
10 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 17 11:25 PM 2006
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Incarcerated within the corpse-tinted ballroom of a winter night I watch the icy butterflies seat themselves upon my naked palms
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Among kings and queens of hypocrisy br
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A lone star of the Arctic constellation br
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As the titian sun ebbs in the distant infinity br
by Alleksa Jan
19 lines, 20 comments,
on Nov 30 10:04 PM 2006
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Amidst the crowd’s splenetic clamour,
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by Alleksa Jan
2 lines, 15 comments,
on Nov 29 12:21 AM 2006
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Grains of chilly sugar melt under my roving fingers br
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These dying lilies upon newspaper mess This fading light behind the window frame
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It was there when Earth was being born
From the protozoan dust of the demolished stars
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Strange quiescence hovers in the air
Reflecting the rigor mortis of her soul
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Flesh-eating crimson fire That burns
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Among the trees of charred henna You sit on a bench
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Disintegrated, disrupted, discombobulated,
Drained of all the living draughts,
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Aishah-Bibi - wild tulip in the endless sea of steppe With tender eyes of doe and lips like petals of a rose
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Raven's lurid feathers in the dust
Fallen angel’s scornful wings
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Sweating words on winter glass -
Decipher gently
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Your pallid fingers upon my skin
Carve the runes of luscious affection
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