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In the whites of cold
A hat and a furcoat
Pass by, conversing
 
–Strangely reminds me of something I’ve read before long time ago.

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Lo and behold a midnight soul,
Struck–

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“The Door Cracks Open
But There’s No Sun Shining Through
Black Heart Scarring Darker Still”
 
 
Unforgiven - Metallica

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Door to midnight, the Elf-iant strikes (to be renamed?)

Pound upon the midnight soul,

Torrents of larva etched paths, flow.

Moonshine of deceit and lies carved in,

Scorch and drown my floating heart, sink.

Paradise were but a worm-eaten door,

Locks and keys smothered by non-descript walls.

Creepers scale the hidden door crevice,

Leaving a mouse-hole size of a door unframed.

Hark! Alack, but [...]

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Wheels, my child.

Here’s a little rain to oil your neck, and a little devil for my rheumatism, rub it up, roll on, just a little while, don’t roll off onto the road like your sisters, your behavior makes it hard for me to fathom.   
Wheel me along and watch me swing,

 Kaleidoscopic jungle of madness and din!   
Why [...]

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Seance by the Stream

Lady in Green Hat/ Seance by the Stream

O’ why do you walk through the field with gloves? 

O’ lean gray woman whom nobody loves… 

Walk into my palour, a bench for two,

Spidery vines to form a noose. 

Have you seen my trees today–

My dead child over there? 

Or would you like a cup of dew–

From the stream of death? 

Why [...]

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Lilies

Lilies

 
Gentle is the night,
Encrouched upon the dead.
Chaffs the still pallor,
A windswept grace.
 
The clouds bid adieu,
From the Heaven’s stores.
Jostles their gaping mouth to drink,
A dew so pure.
 
Essence from the midnight brew performed,
O’er the charcoal furnace.
Nectar to pry it open,
A bud so encased.
 
Ruffles their fleeting frock affair,
Creased from eternal sleep.
Dance of a casual stretch and yawn,
Nature a [...]

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The Guardian

Key to Midnight, our very first post.
Quick intro, Jane is the poet (the real talent behind it all). Me, I’m Alan, the photographer.
We’ll be posting Poetry and Pictures together on this Blog.
Please feel free to comment (good or bad), doesn’t matter because you see, it’s all relative. As Clapso said, There is no absolute truth.
Only [...]

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