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Sands of time

A eunuch stands at the hallow grounds. Singing into the hollow tree trunk. Singing of lovers lost and a life once watched.
Standing in awe of the mist as the night revives to the  fog as the dawn rolls into the hallow ground. Rolling in like the tide curling over the sands of time. 

White over green
And weeds wrapping around the sphere of water like a bag in the wind.
Still the eunuch cant find the answers to the song that he sings
Or what the morning starts to bring
Minds criss cross in a single wrinkle in time
Spirits roam in wandering towards the light
Lingering and labouring through the walls into the sands of time

White on grey
Swinging through the breeze, less hallways and corridors
The afternoon is when they take their tea
Looking as the waves curl onto the sands of time from the grasping sea
Now all will be
And the sands of time will never cease to show what needs to be seen

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New book of poetry

If you enjoy the prose of The lizard king and the odes of T.S Eliot. The outer perception of William Blake. Check out the new full length book of poetry.  Out now!!!
Titled “The beauty of mystery” by Dorian grey

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Check it out at any online seller of books!! 

Hell we create

Watch as a man dressed in a black suit with a skinny tie. Strut towards the middle of the night. Longing into the foggy mist of the unknown.
In the dark there lies the evil, the nightmares, the monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you pay the man due.
He will keep those shadows wounded

Straight from the boat mans mouth a line and sinker. Hooking your teeth and dragging you to hell below.
Where evil wont linger
But if you pay the man due
He will keep those shadows wounded

Look for the devil in the details and summon the might to write in the pen that is mightier then the sword.
As sticks and stones may break bones
My silver tongue will cut you
You can dance with the devil
And haunt the prey
But you will always be the one who’s slane

Painting in glass

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Tears for the lost souls of many miss crimes

20/20

Sit on the crooked chair under the ladder stair and receive a standing overture of stares. Plain ppl stare into the night so a reflection wont be reflected back to the dead. Systems broken leadership on bend and knee. Why didn’t we see that hindsight in 20/20. Just like the honey bee before they emerge from their slumber. They know to think before acting. Stir the flower, waste the energy from the sun. And steal their nectar from the pedals and harvest the life blood to which we call existence.   Existence burns in the veins.  Sweet as honey to the taste. Fiery and alive till we stop existing and just start being. Not like the honey bee. But just like the plain ppl that stare into the night 

new spoken word track

Silver salvation. ( the next track by Dorian Grey)

https://soundcloud.com/truth-of-poetry/silver-salvation

 

 

check ‘er out!!!

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poetry found on AMAZON!!

elected endeavours of emperors just some great poetry

Love with no End

another spoken word track by Dorian grey 

All stripped down and held……!!!

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