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
Where 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.
————
…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.
————
…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
Come sweet slumbering darkness, enfold me in thy purple cloak.
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…the breeze did blow, upon that summers night.
Asleep in bed how could she know, bereft of second sight?
No given pause by symbols sacred, he stole across her floor
and in perfection found her naked, desired her, his whore.
No common wench that lay before him, for once let down his guard.
His face grew grim, nonetheless, stirred deep within his heart.
These feelings were, to him unknown, his heart too hard to trust.
Yet he let slip a defeated groan, overcome with love and…
By RayFed
The juxtaposition of evil vs. all
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…evil finds me, I'll hold it close, to keep your gods at bay.
In this cloak of flesh and blood I hide from light of day.
When evil finds me, I will become what monsters dare to dream.
Time to reap fresh love of hell such as never seen.
When evil finds me, I'll look up, for signs of my appeal.
I'd claw each step to marble gates to make a final deal.
When evil finds me, I will burn for all the things I've done.
No more to weep for pities sake the…
By RayFed
This is the poem I earned the moniker “Dark Dr. Seuss”
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…stood upon a hill two trees that closely intertwined and passersby that glanced upon felt darkness undefined. For on some nights laughing heard come down from that black hill and on some night it traveled here upon my window sill. It was then my mind tripped upon a vision the laughing told, of two dark lovers, their joy and pain, began itself unfold.
Dark boy, dark girl, the story began, a love that time can't touch and in their story, their dark love grew, perhaps some much too…
By RayFed
Poem and riddle
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At the corner of 10957 Bellagio Road and Apt 213, 924 N.25th street at the opposite corners of 8213 West Summerdale Avenue and 115 Burr’s Lane, there's a little unassuming two-story house simple and plain.
Three steps up to the porch and at the front door there's a mat that says 'WELCOME' there on the floor.
Standing there thickly, a door made of wood, black oak, bronze trim, with a shiny new knob and a lock that looked like it was quite good.
And there under the mat, if you care to find, is a key made…
By RayFed
A story about the last human A.I. battle cruiser Indomitable, referred to as 'Dom' by his crew.
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…battle mode Dom."
"Aye, aye, Captain.", I say and his eyes close at the last.
In the delirium of my battle screens I watched crimson rain of micro beams fall and cyan streaks of plasma cut through the air.
The flash of freshly burnt copper vaporized and accelerated to speeds of light hangs in a haze over my view.
I find myself unable to act for a micro second, caught in hideous beauty of war within a vacuum.
To believe I and…
By RayFed
My Life: Reimagined
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PART I
…see there are some things that you must understand about me. Not that you must understand but I'm going to tell you anyway. Some things I'm going to tell you about happened to me and then there are some things that happened to me in just the way that I remember they happened to me. Because my memory isn't all that good, to begin with, and that's before I got sick.
So sometimes the story is in order and sometimes it's out of order and the reason is... I'm like a storytelling carousel. Remember the carousel at…
By RayFed
The last stand and ..hope.
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…alight all along the watchtowers of the black Dreamscape Wall. I extort brilliant the banners as yet unfurled, that my courage will suffice for the glory of the forthcoming invasion. We must hold the salon till the breaking dawn. The foundation stone must anew its self. Awaken! My heart cries. The for death is at hand and seeks to destroy my spirit!
All is quiet behind closed doors, but the city sleeps in a restless dream. However, you will, divine some scary signs before the black Dreamscape Wall and pray the gods to hear your…
By RayFed
…the little town of Netrizovo, in a 3 room dacha lived Comrade Commissar Pietrov. It was his duty today, as it had been every Tuesday since joining the Party, that he patrols the rabochiye polya and make sure all was well and all the happy children of Comrade Stalin were working to their hearts' content.
Comrade Commissar Pietrov was a rather handsome fellow if you asked his babushka, and he had a pleasant if not stern look about him, as all good Comrade Commissars should. He stepped out into the crisp morning air taking a deep draught of the smell…
By RayFed