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Opium Den
I am experimenting with new ways of sharing my poetry. In this one, I have integrated one of my photographs and presented the whole thing as an image.
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poetry
Pilgrims without Shrine
The exiles and the renegades The merchants and the usurpers The givers and the takers The noblemen and the plebeians The brown and the black The stone and the gossamer The Jaisalmer yellow and the Iznik blue The Damascus dagger and the ultramarine dust These pilgrims without shrine. ~mk
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A Tale Was Once Told
A tale was once told Of journeys and pilgrimages Of penance and repentance Of redemption and absolution There were many in that wagon to purgatory. A scholar who lost his mind A priest who lost his faith A general who lost his command A consul who started a war A
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Siris - Trees of Northstar
I write poems for kids, for trees, and some reflections on the trees. Trees of Northstar. Our guardians. Custodians of memories. Listeners of our tales. They will be here when we no longer are. This is my attempt to share the beauty and grace of our trees. SIRIS A giant
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Boulder Ruins
The teleology of architecture is ruin. The fate of empires is to lay waste. Those cities turn to dust, By the marauding armies of horses, And elephants, and men in armour. Armour of greed and hierarchy, Of memories of loss. The granite boulders carved into monuments, Only to be ground
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Silent Runes
Silent runes and arabesque Tell a story Kafkaesque Of a riverman When the river dried A doorman When the doors closed A clergyman When lies arrived A swordsman When they won A spokesman And lied some more An everyman. Silent runes and arabesque Tell a story Kafkaesque Of found treasures
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Embers and Cinders
I had nothing to give to that old woman. Who begs at the lights, She gave me instead, Embers and cinders; Decay and suffering; A life unredeemed; Infinite infamy and inquity, I have it all She gave me more, and old poem too. Yanked out like a spasm. A poem
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A Brief Note on "Magick"
By the will of magick, I found myself in the company of a great old book. Signed anonymously, I decided to keep the name of the book anonymous too, for you, my brother, my sister. One day you will find it too, I pray. In that book was the art
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A New Age of Mystery
Part 1 A New Age of Mystery is upon us. At the helm of this great cosmogony There will be new vanguards. At the pulpit of this hermetic church There will be new abbots. And in the dungeons from whence the rule emanates There must also be an Autarch. And
noema
Noema
Here is my first book. Noema - Spaces of Refuge. Some things cannot be put in to words. This is one of them. I have put together my poems and photographs, a harmony of my two passions. A window in to each other, and in to me. Some things cannot