Tag: renaissance
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Ichor to Ferry Love, –
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The Fall of Dignity / sykophántēs
In droves we sought refuge with instability, the tabernacle walls decorated with humanity’s pique Our own bile under the guise of a fresh idea, inventing sex in the dust of the reformation Flippant figurines, musings of an animalistic past, somehow serve to distract our pangs in unrighteous form The chosen life, the forgotten sun, the…
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Desert
Conceived to dust! the fleet angel yells, you buried my trust in a hand-written sonnet Eastern promises mild enough to keep me wandering, yet left me dry, lapping at the river of dilapidated structures you called home Print by Hiroshi Hamaya Snow Land
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FE. MDLXVIII. / Expression of Being
The great hunter adorned in cherry cloak, now retired from a beguiled persona Humanity shown on his breastplate as if time were not aware, of the fleeting density of his own life Yet man is beguiled himself if he were to believe, his lot in life was more than what lay beneath manipulated metal OH,…
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Ecce Homō
Peering through the masses clad in flesh and wine the seeking young men forged paths among those who cursed the day. Pillars of salt perched among those who had not yet feared the wrath of temporality. He who had purged his heart of tenderness. Red, deep blue, ivory, and glistening black. Blissful peace exhumed from…
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-‘ Somber
oh forgive me in time for your matrona son is still teething on blessings, forgotten cracked ceilings of the church where I prayed for my health – – –
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The Lyric of a Shared Winter
The weary traveler wrote for a grey knitted coat that she wore one day She made her home in the snow and for the winter she wrote for the warmth of May The romantics of life yet burdened by strife, that which made her shy In an old red cafe she left the thoughts of…
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