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Author: Michael Aaron Casares
Sean
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Black Orpheus: Awake in the Abyss
Blackened night recesses turn into days.They become unanimous with solidarity but lost among themselves, shattered individuals of the same black mirror. The pangs of truth and the options reality provides for us is nothinglike the lies that satiate the spirit. They are fallenamong the saviors that came before them andtaught humanity lessons, reignited the notions … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Awake in the Abyss
Black Orpheus: Crystalline Haze
Twelve hours difference the same time of night.Sister sun, father moon obliterate the hours into prisms colored white and fog.The brain sludge, mind junk ripples in dazzling haze, a kaleidoscopic tapestryinside cavernous deep. Stalactite ice growsdeathly teeth from ceiling to floor. Stalagmite pyramids to pray upon before impaling the spiritwith iridescent promises of carnal delight, and euphoric afterglow of coital conquest.Bruises form, slowing theblood into cracked sheaths of blackened tar that tricksthe … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Crystalline Haze
Morning Peak
Sunshine brightens dayCirrus highest baby blueGossamer spectra -- -- "Morning Peak" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Frazzledrip
Time slows, it escapes thedregs of the human soul.The tempo, the unforgivablemask of enmity drags the promises of our youth to enslave hope and shackle itto rhetoric. It has faceless, baseless,defaced morals. The truthwears it like a mask of lies,and receives the heart ofmillions as hundreds of Judas goats show them the way, pretending self … Continue reading Frazzledrip
Prelude Hidden Worlds
There was a ringing at the door,I didn't know what to make of it other thanthe starlight of sky above shone through the keyhole.The privileges of the rural, span Milky Way for miles anddidn't blink twice to dare show its true colors.Creamy scattered light in distant resonance,mixed miles, light years before and light years after.This … Continue reading Prelude Hidden Worlds
Severance by Brendan Perry
Severance,The birds of leaving call to us,Yet here we standEndowed with the fear of flight. OverlandThe winds of change consume the land,While we remainIn the shadow of summers now past. When all the leavesHave fallen and turned to dust,Will we remainEntrench Indifference,The plague that moves throughout this landOmen signsIn the shapes of things to come. … Continue reading Severance by Brendan Perry
We Are Still Human
I don’t believe people become nothing until they are something. I don’t believe people are selfish until they have something. People are good. I believe good people feel guilt when they want to. I believe good people feel doubt when they have to. Good people feel regret if they need to. Shunning the spirit that … Continue reading We Are Still Human
The Root of Many Returns 