and then our exile

And so, I begin my flight from poemranker. Goodbye Patsy. ^_^ This egress, though, changes nothing as per copyrights--if anyone dares plagerize one word, i will hunt you down and paperclip you to the ceiling. I do not jest. These words are lethal; you misregard them at risk to yourself.

I'm slipping into this slowly. Carefully too, I must say. I begin with "Notes [individual various]."--excerpts from, rather. As a whole, it is perhaps the clearest example of undiluted me currently available...A collection of various notes written over a period of...two months?, or so. It's not strictly what was on the other site, as here i've added a few things and taken some things out. but, no matter. after hitting 'post' i return to English. Installment one has arrived. Do welcome it.

Notes [individual various].
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Gentle as a bud in flower,
The quiet mirrored in your face
Shames my past. I struggle, uncomfortable,
Seeking escape from this undiluted virtue.
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Our postponed dreams
Dance in the night sky.
Will you pick one, reach up,
Release it from utopia?
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successive generations of waves
swept upon the sand, creating
rippling shadow-lines.
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confined within a narrow cell
wind whistles through my hollow shell.
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and the wheel of time cycles on
caught up in the familiar quatrains
and poets of verse and blood.
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across the fields and meadows
through the woods and into
the precincts of Wuddistan,
the rising stars send their gaze.
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the white-walled sanctuary has been invaded
by an army of orcs.
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The beauteous mounts of visions past
Were beyond compare. Forelock to tail,
They leapt and raced with the clouds,
Dove with the whale, came up spouting.
It has been many years.
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Is it too late?
But it carries on…and over (aye there’s the rub).
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Methodical and deliberate, it is not you they seek to destroy.
It was not me. Rather, the flame inside, blazing
In the face of their blatant misdoings, threatens to undo
The perfect nightmare. Luxury in decadence, ostentation
In anarchy, a self-contained universe (until). And so they
Come on, sabres at the ready, any discriminating glance
Slashed in two in a summary execution of reciprocal justice.
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uncovered, the curtains are thrown back
to let in the sun but then
find that it is raining and the
rumble of thunder is blowing cold winds
through the house. I rush to close up the windows,
but cannot so easily close up my knowing:
so was my mind uncovered and I saw
the wind blow.
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scattered, the flecks of gold
drift down from the foot of the waterfall.
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Hidden behind the veil of ignorance
I squirmed. How I would squirm
When they tore it, baring me
To the wind!
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