Stagnation is Death ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Fri, 23 2018

Life’s fresh water. Cannot live with. Stagnation… What once gave life: poison. We people too often. All too often. Allow internal rivers to stagnate. Stagnate actions and thinking… Poison to ourselves. Stagnation is death in all things. Play in new window | DownloadSubscribe: RSS | More

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Opaque Disguises ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Thu, 22 2018

Hidden behind brilliant worlds. Brought my attention. Visions of fear: illusions abound Unsure what may transpire. Dreams falling through lifted higher? Tonal inflections. Give serious infection. Breaking way emotion. Trembling. Unbelieving. Doubting Selves… Clock dance pirouette Miniature hours glide away. Bile seeping out. Smiles creeping in. Treasures believed long shut. Emotion’s caress stoking sensual cravings. […]

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Life’s Bitter Whore ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Wed, 21 2018

How to let go; a life that is free? Poetic dribble escaping the wasteland. An Antarctic, archaic soul. Just trying resent in peace. Momentarily believing. Wondered into moment’s lease. Off goes the race! Soon stripped away. Bitterness, once more. Falling short with shortened breath. Burnt sky, through with me? Withering with no distraction or discretion. […]

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Wrapped in Dreams ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Tue, 20 2018

Wishing: your presence. Gone to peaceful retreat. Knowing in dreams we do meet. Ghosts watching over eras passed. Seasons, growing and withering. Time convexed. Zeitgeist of decades to come. Uncaring ways of the day; then or now. Wanting you resting. Watching form distant. Though miles part us. I feel, tears in your eyes… Scales of […]

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Lillie in the Wind ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Mon, 19 2018

Frayed petals enticing as ever, gone not forgotten. Delicate flower still makes mind reel. Ventured in fields of life. Care not properly taken. Wind’s brutal force beats against fragile stem. Resilient to ravages of weather. Time to return. Come back to this pot. Where you once found solace. Come home to fertile soil that nourished […]

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The Great Egress ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sun, 18 2018

Dankest recesses of social saturated serenity. Thoughts in waiting. Lies. Laying awakened. Sensitivities, yet to be experienced. Desires, accessorize your being. With: Death of Ignorance. Giving over to politically correct lines. Each live wire. Remembering past inspection. Rewired future. Trust circuit severed. Lost: Contact. Serrated worth. Joy in the misery ministry. Penny operated electric ferryman, […]

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Razor Wound Family ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sat, 17 2018

Familial bond blood does not make. Red rust water thins as they take, take, take. Solace of soul. Heart of their control. Raping, ravaging. Minds of Children. Chosen truth undeniable. Being true you within. Strangulation with blood ties. Lie of familiarity. Hearts, Souls, Minds, Friendship. Spirit lays deep in razor wound family. Trickling of truth […]

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Release the Spirit ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Fri, 16 2018

Voices haunt from pages past. Only heart shards wound me. Beyond lost… frail and weak! What do I seek? Cannot break free… Cage of crystallized tears. Only memories, hold me together. Keep me in sanity. End still unspeakable. Bond made unbroken. Without you… These emotions don’t work. Why can I not, release the spirit? Leave […]

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Demolition Souls ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Thu, 15 2018

Sensory underload, Demolition souls: yours and mine. Terror in silent I love yous. Hiding, painful demotion. Unspoken little death; fend off emotions. Commended on commanded space between. Eyes locked in fornever gaze. Trying to find break free future. Play in new window | DownloadSubscribe: RSS | More

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Laying on Cotton and Foam #2 ~ Rise to Ashes

by Omega Maverick 2018, Tue, 13 2018

Contemplating, resting spot. Pillow made of gouda… Seams to rip spaghetti strings from my cranium. Since I felt everything, I told them. Awash with empty containers of cream. Glass diamond, heart of cheese. Centered, I used to feel mozzarella. Sadly, those days left when she did. Easily broken peace; lost & grating Marble and Gorgonzola, […]

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