Prose/Writing/Essays
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NYTimes: Locks of Beethoven’s Hair Offer New Clues to the Mystery of His Deafness
Locks of Beethoven’s Hair Offer New Clues to the Mystery of His Deafness https://www.nytimes.com/2024/05/06/health/beethoven-deaf-lead-hair.html?smid=nytcore-android-share I read many articles. But I have slacked as of late. Until today. I read an article in The New York Times about the composer Beethoven. How that a tormented man who started loosing his hearing in his 20s and tried Continue reading
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I Saw It In A Dream
No fanatic anticI am no superman shitI just fit in where I’m litlike a spike in night hit. Dig a hole bury deepthe stench a trenchis of might its asleepin the earth it’s bent. Sent an arch aboveis levin like a dove.Light is the might shoveI do too but I kiss and love. All that Continue reading
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A Mind’s Divine Spine
Fall off apart my heart is artand the words out of my mouthare a synapse that snapswhen lies that I despise spout. It’s about what we do I don’twant to offend but where I playis where I sin but I won’tshit where I have to work or stay. Stain this page with inkyour blood line Continue reading
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She Flies Against The Moon
With the stare of your happy thoughts,the truth about me is forgot.What I am underneath completeis released from the prison I got. Underneath the dark cloudloud in a sphere we hold dear proudis the value of my every day face;it frowns for I can’t hide truth’s crown. There is a God I see everydayshe wears Continue reading
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Legions Of Pain
Deep dwells legions,in black cold fitsI rise to surprisewith black eyes I rip. It’s just my pastthat causes concern.I live past it and trythose things unlearn. Yet the leviathonof a haunted soul minewill rise to devourthings pure and divine. I am not soullessneither am I a blind.I see myself happy thensuddenly me I can’t find. Continue reading
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Cruel Truthes
Shaping into situationsuncomfort is an issuewith age we learn weare no sage of any use. The marble cracksand beauty can shatter.Whats left in us isall that really matters. Soothe with a smoothesmoke of your choice,you might live in blissbut death has no choice. Father Time cruel duelis he is he a bastard I ask?He sure Continue reading
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A Heart’s Tune
Outside I’m uglyinside is painfrom aging uglyunder the rain. I feel guiltyfor being bornI feel sillyfor feeling torn. I guess it’s notthe way it isin the flesh rotis the way it gets. Rose of flowerthe power my handholds by the hourmy heart’s stand. Inside the firethe hell is in my head.I wish for the ireto Continue reading
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Direction
Preacher man fell a teacherlife is that whiz went a quizthat taught what life is reach herin my mind I find liquid kids. A child mild taught shockedthat the fact of that spat out of the mouth is a rock, where is the man on the spot at? Here clear fear is my spearthat will Continue reading
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Inner Self
The room was hot and steamy,miles away from home in nothingwarm, beautiful or dreamy;chaos ensued in twisted sordid ways. Work on and upward sonthe Lord said within my chest he beated.But the trauma was one of deceitand I’ll never trust again in any way. A story made from liesof a heart full of spite and Continue reading
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Abrupt Impulse
My faculties have faultedthe brain pulses but the heartis a lot of things it’s not,vaulted mine will never part. Keep this pedestrianchildish bore abhorefor I have seen the floorand look past it once more. The blood rushes to the head,and bled sinners are fedbecause though the soul emotesall the heart has said. Drag me to Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 