RayFed
/ GreyThoughts.InfoWhere one can be whatever one can be, can we find a no truer love?
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…way into your electric soul, is your heartbeat in my mind.
My fingers feel a path to steal a place and death and time.
No better emotion pale and cool, to see before my…
By RayFed
Just a morning inspiration over coffee.
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…on that sword of light!
In the deepening shadows of darkest night.
Press on that fearful might!
Where iron doth bite the flesh…
By RayFed
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
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…you, my aching heart, broken and bewildered.
And you, the sorrowed face, detached and unfamiliar.
For you, inspired aim, so cruel and unforgiving.
I leave you now, in shallow ground, so that you may fade…
By RayFed
We all wear masks...
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…head Doctors told me I was cured. At least my urges to spy through people's windows was gone. That was until I saw the woman who moved in next store a few weeks later. That's when those urges and feelings that I spent hundreds of hours trying to work through and eliminate returned.
Dusk came and the sun bade farewell to the world surely as if it had been slain in one glorious black swallow of darkness that left its remains to dry themselves on the earth. Shadows lengthened and devoured the…
By RayFed
Reality an illusion? ..Or illusions that are a reality?
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…alling beads of water momentarily caught the street lamp's dull glow as they continued their suicide plunge from the clouds to the wanting street below. Some cautiously lingered in the cascade of the languid yellow beam before slithering down the creased, worn paths formed in the air by their predecessors. Travis lie spreadeagled on the pavement seeping into the crevices waiting for his wet splattering companions to be weighed down by their own watery mass and accompany him on his journey to the furthermost cracks in the pavement. The raindrops seemingly…
By RayFed
Poetry in my Head
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…traveled far from where I sit amongst my stuff and things.
My mind has wandered far and wide afield in all my dreams.
There's lessons learned and friends well kept for moments of despair.
And life is what I've come to know of wild empty stares.
Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write.
The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup.
Majestic borders guard my mind, imagination freely reigns.
The calm and wild expatriate, the dissident disdains.
I mark my passing with no trace and…
By RayFed