Illusions
wondrous
oceans
reveal their
story
in
mysterious
meadows
of
shadow
and
depth
spliced
by the
hand
of desire
and
haunted
obsessions
© 2014, J.H.
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Aside
I’m one of them
you know
ready for
anything
crowned with protections
a thousand years
of bets
a fate not based
on chance
a figure
but not that
which has aligned
with the
primative
like somewhere else
surrounded by
an inland promise
come and gone
eroded away
only vaguely
familiar
a promise
no more
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Secrets
life theories unable to join never thought I’d hear the deafening silence can you find the silence lend an ear this is not just the beginning pause the show for a minute or two stand behind your brothers wake again to breed the female a slow death of air a baby’s laughter is the greatest price of fear © 2013 J.H.
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