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Play in feature-length/ Our Creation.
Depict the wavering ceremonial flames.
Yet, the shrinking /candles/ snuffed out
and receded back to film - propaganda.
Prior feast deceiving / inquisitor questing
common citizens as shrapnel-blasted minors.
For the first time /they compel you/
to walk - upon the edged bombshells
that drown out their drones of relentless
misinformation - cavalcading the crying
tombstones. Burials within the white oil -
fields -- damning -- the dressed in tradition.
Tell the tale/ tell of living hell - of the land
which no paladin attempts to purify - rectify.
Name said /locked/ to decay for mere scraps
of prerequisite material - Requiem for Bread.
Depict the wavering ceremonial flames.
Yet, the shrinking /candles/ snuffed out
and receded back to film - propaganda.
Prior feast deceiving / inquisitor questing
common citizens as shrapnel-blasted minors.
For the first time /they compel you/
to walk - upon the edged bombshells
that drown out their drones of relentless
misinformation - cavalcading the crying
tombstones. Burials within the white oil -
fields -- damning -- the dressed in tradition.
Tell the tale/ tell of living hell - of the land
which no paladin attempts to purify - rectify.
Name said /locked/ to decay for mere scraps
of prerequisite material - Requiem for Bread.
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Echos of Autumn Passing
Rows of dried corn stalks bend
with the wind that
thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on higher ground,
their husks abandoned-
the flash floods may yet pass them by.
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The Sunset at Morning
She was the beauty,
the grace,
and danced down the hall
with calloused feet.
She spoke with pungent
words and tart truths,
all softened by her curve
that shone white
like a hyena's grin
A friend she had many,
a true one would be none,
for she built this shell around her,
made for building,
not for falling down.
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The Waves of Uncertainty
There is truth in my waves of uncertainty,
their message hidden in the foam of my eyes.
Don't look
to the glass
within my heart,
it shatters
much too easily
from words of the wise.
Today is a lovely day, for a swim in the oil.
The clouds roll on in, and the rising of the sand.
Black scales le
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This piece is a Ghazal (Info on that here: [link]) and, in all honesty, speaks upon a subject so common, yet, so frequently misunderstood. I do hope you take the time to decipher the work and see what exactly I am conveying in this first attempt at a new style.
Poem Title: Requiem for Bread
Written By: Tristan Cody
Thank you so much for your time,
Tristan Cody.
Twitter: [link]
Poem Title: Requiem for Bread
Written By: Tristan Cody
Thank you so much for your time,
Tristan Cody.
Twitter: [link]
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