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The oracle spilt its parables.
Flung from lips of lucidity,
fragments fell into the aether
and merged with fleeting images
...

where's my sunshine gone to?
where's my ray of hope?
where's the help i need now
as i dangle on this rope?
...

How could they not?
It is just an inescapable given
that they would find you irresistible.
One after the other, or several at a time
...

My back aches
from all the congratulatory pats.
Bestowed by those who wouldn't have
acknowledged me in the street before,
...

DEATH is....

* to some a torment, spent in hells eternal night
to some a relief, the weary soul taking flight
...

A wave came forth from the ocean
and broke upon the shore,
here on desolation's beach
I remember you once more
...

She comes to me at night
when I lie in bed,
and though I try I can't ignore,
the voice inside my head.
...

In the mournful gloom
crackling death knells of forest debris,
sound a thunderous symphony
as vegetation, castoff and prostrate,
...

without consideration
for all of the duration
all was taken with expectation
no remorse or realization
...

amber roser Biography

Some of these poems are from my young teens when I wrote alot trying to explore and escape the black place that was my mind then. Thankfully i ended up a reasonably balanced adult, delighted to find that i didn't have to be living in despair to write. I love Blake, Spenser, Byron and Tennyson but even more i love reading all the great work you guys put out there. Thanks for taking the time to come see me, dropp me a line.)

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The Oracle Spilt Its Parables

The oracle spilt its parables.
Flung from lips of lucidity,
fragments fell into the aether
and merged with fleeting images
of unformed realities:
Translucent, intangible and undefined.

Abstract seeds of perception teeter
on the cusp of eternity and an instant.
A convergence at the margins
of an unquiet mind,
where the gravity of infinite possibility
exerts its tidal pull.

Borne on the ebb and flow
of unrealized potential,
a genesis of comprehension
severs the subordinate consciousness
from the self imposed shackles
of its covenant with ignorance.

For one ordained moment
with unencumbered eyes,
it knows itself as the receding horizon
of a universe without measure;
and implodes with a glimpse
of absolved oblivion - home.

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