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La Bella Fantasia

“I swear that I can hear you in the wind…”

~*~

little phantasmic phantoms dance about

growing flowers at the garden of my mind

waiting to pluck out each bluebell and daisy

to fashion the wreaths into something kind

the playful zephyr is a fair weather friend

lulling each berceuse to sleep until the end

orbit sending me high into the atmosphere

but i won’t fall, no—i have nothing to fear

listening to the cherry blossoms that hide

in the boroughs where there’s a tinkerbell bride

and the mystical creatures would understand

with every speck of dust, a magic that enchants

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but the delphi hearts and oracular tongues

speak of stories and brier thorns that selfishly clung

to innocent naivete still stubbornly preserved

though only to the pristine youth that it deserves

the wily eyes staring into the darkness osiris

as the nettles grow wild prevent cogent dreams

they scoured the atlas looking for eternal citadels

the nondescript pangs unaware of incarnate bevels

shrines that i pray to now submerged in irascible sins

incoherent adages leaving bruised indentations within

will the pixies be daunted? will the elves repatriate?

Quietly accepting the moiety of their unfortunate fates?

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but beneath the black and white of underground paradise

is a fair place for scathing asters and aureole mirth alike

beyond the curlicues of charcoal smoke that paint the stars

a gossamer love decays, recording a dictaphone of past wars

in an imbroglio of lotuses, past the wafting scent of sandalwood

on the horizon, a transit of venus, a crescent smiling platitude

thoughts as crystal clear as seaglass, reflect candid illusions

show a bouquet from the spectres, a plethora of guiling ruminations

amid the taste of camphor and lead, i return to lacklustre reality

wondering and pondering when i’ll get lost again in my crafted fantasy.

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sound of a ghost

Well, you know I’m a ghost 
Pull the note out of my throat 
And leave me alone 
But it’s all for you, all for you and more 
He won’t take her anymore…

~*~

a phantom voice

of chandeliers

and sugar crystals

i drink all of it in

in red and white wine

and emptied sighs

and let the starry shards

lodged in my pharynx

pierce my scream

i’ll cough out blood

and fail to speak again

for your bandaged songs

and let piano strings

marionette my appendages

until it cuts into my skin

for the sound that crashes

in a pelagic resonance

and past isles and glaciers

you’re a phantom voice

from a million pieces

of diamonds in the sky

bury the music in nightmares

and fashion a parvenu

to melt away my reveries.

~*~

Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back tonight, tonight…

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A Phantom Earl’s Missing Shadow

Two halves of a heart, in a chamber conferred

A though lost in shadows, the coffin of a womb

Two souls rendered apart, deathwish conspired

The first went away, the second did as he desired

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A past of flames and treachery, daggers blooming red

Family shattered to pieces, innocent boys left for dead

A sacrifice undertaken, and a contract written in blood

Twists and turnstiles turned, execution of the death gods

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A play set in stone, of clones and four leaf clovers

Names merged together, cascade grey and lavender

A life taken for his own, for the person he thus lost

Never mind the consequences and dignity it has cost

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The ruse would’ve been clandestine, but the other found out

And he returned to take back the key in the padlock of doubt

Their shock tangibly pulsating, as the reunited twins collided

Truth uncovered from a well of lies, leaving them confounded

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A story of two rival fates, their inheritance set by a deliberation of wolves

The tale revolves in a case turned cold, and mysteries remained unsolved

Of a  boy and his uncanny copy, what their damned trails may both befell

Whether the end of the story hangs by a thread or a rope, only time will tell.

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Faces in the Mirror

“No, I’m barely hanging on…
By the time you’re hearing this
I’ll already be gone.”

~*~

Vacancies in visible endeavours

Spectres gaze back, alluding the mirror

Enchanting curlicues and plumes of smoke

Remorseless, bitter tryptophan in spokes

Unresponsive heart silencing my pulse

Cascading lavender, faux fragile ghost

Persistent aches colluding in my chest

Paralysing asphalt refusing rest

Exquisite grievous, scant aphorism

Whilst speculations worship sadism

Coalescing exaltations infest

Imitating a clockwork heaven’s best

Your faded temper embraced me goodbye

You’re the divine phantom piercing my lies.

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Conscientious Hauntings

I’m a rose that’s been raised by wolves
My thorns are getting stuck in everything I know
It’s so hard when you would bleed for the truth you know
But we don’t want the truth, we just want control…

~*~

Trailing will-o’-the-wisps recede from the corner of my eye

Playful phantoms taunt me happily as they float freely on by

Poltergeists scream and rattle as they make an awful lot of noise

Wraiths whisper omens in my ear, such a sickly hollow dry voice

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Apparitions and spectres flash quickly by the foot of my bed

Shadows slithering out of my closet and into my head

Spirits with sharp wits leaving riddles and soft declarations

Fuzzy figures, orbs of light, that all seem like a bad hallucination

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I live in a reality where I meet translucent ghosts at every turn

In a graveyard of regrets and dreams, the fallen ambitions of scorn

But the spirits that haunt me and my soul were never such a burden

For these companions remind me of my past mistakes, so I’ll never forget not to do it again.

~*~

…But now I see and I believe
That the ghosts that haunt me
Have been outhaunted…

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Hallowe’en.

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween…

~*~

WHAT SHE FEARS

Ghosts and phantoms of all sizes haunted the dark streets

Monsters and wraiths, terrible creatures in different feats

But as she stared blankly outside the window, sitting in her bed

She realised that the monsters she was scared of most resided in her head.

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HALLOWEENTOWN

They adorn their colourful masks and hide their pale sunken faces

Place bedazzling costumes upon costumes to avoid strange gazes

The entities, every night they play, dressing up as normal humans

Pretending to be normal and hiding their true forms as horrid demons.

~*~

FADE

Once-warm bodies will soon rot and decay

And bitter ashes can scatter, filling the air with a sickly grey

An insipid blotchy photograph’s all there is to stay

A lonely reminiscent of another fugacious life faded away.

~*~

SILENT VIGIL

Flicker, flicker, flicker, off the lighted candles go

Unsteady flames wobbling, gradually they grow

Solemn prayers passed around like a paper and pen

Lost souls pray for themselves; cold, saturnine, forgotten.

~*~

TRICKS AND TREATS

Knocking on the door and chanting “Trick or treat!”

Children smile and eagerly await their free delicious sweets

Tooth-tingling candies to beguile the innocent outright

From the true monsters and devils lurking that very night

With their own personal bags they roam, looking for their free treats

And what that might be? Young children. With fresh tender meat.

~*~

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbours die of fright…

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Phantom Heart

I didn’t know what was wrong with me

Always feeling lost, broken, washed up by the sea

These emotions I once had gradually seemed to disappear

Love, hate, anger, contentment, fear

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That warmth I had inside me is now gone

All my happiness, excitement, and fun

All that I am now are bits of broken glass

Fragile, thrown on the floor, never meant to last

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A shell of emptiness, that’s what I seemed to be

A lost soul, a missing spirit, with a faithless reality

A robot, a person hidden by a mask of hollow lies

Locking away and left hidden, all her bitter laments and cries

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But now I realised that you were at fault

That you shattered my heart, left it to be cold

You were the the one who painted my red heart to black

And left my hurting soul all tattered and cracked

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And now I know about this ailment I have

All the signs seem to mix and all the symptoms add

The blurs have been cleared, the static faded away

Yet this disease of mine will be left to stay

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What I now have is a phantom heart

A smudge, an imprint, a scar that never heals remains, never to be gone

I can feel my heart  pulsing, moving, beating inside of my chest

…And yet I have none.

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