Marck Riggins

Warm breeze brush 'cross these hills
Ushering peace, echoes long past.
Waves of heat rise from the field
Mockingbird rejoices in blue sky vast.
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Collisions crack glass thoughts from slumber
Wings carry interruptions through black nocturne
The tease of temptations apparent within
Inaccessible, unattainable, call to the coming dawn.
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No Fear For Future
Shall swim your veins
Catastrophic
Sky's Red rains
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Time wandered along the divide in nether light
Lost, amidst the reverent descent by heaven’s soft wall,
An anemic obscurity swallows all symmetry
In a mosaic of nebulous contours
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Embrace our fears to face forever.
Stone and earth fills failed frames;
Woven together, eye to eye, smile,
Love-locked, entangled: history’s claim.
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I took my seat at day's edge,
Where night would turn sun off,
Soon stars come out in silent shout,
With moon's amber aloft.
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Gardens awaken
In lore spoken; descendants
Bequeath bold sprayed hues
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Forefront of clouds’ clique
Entertained in exquisite reverie
Float upon this night’s aspiration
That contrary to hope, ever
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Oblivion skies, atmospheric cries
Cleave clouds levitation,
Be gone my joy,
Chastised light
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And aye, it were of these waves rolling under the broad bow of the Spinakker
That one could see his long lost gaze to sail, would be drawn to another vessel,
Such a shining mariner's vision: if only she could be his delivery of passage...
But, alas his great main sheet of a nose, would permit no dream alive,
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Lunar glow falls from darkness, not black, but deepest blue
Clouds congregate in the faint light mirrored from the sun, long set
Walking on a hidden trail to the sky, reason evades pull from earth
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Untiming, scarce chiming
it's resonant tones
Stalks like a breeze
that chills sullen bones.
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Feathered night sent steel blue swells
To shimmered sand beneath stars, well
Satellite suspends o'er reign
For nocturne sight on fractured plain
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(For the few, the proud, the insane)

What the hay? know what I mean? while it’s today,
use the ol’ bean
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A steamy saga of intrigue and espionage (with a little gardening thrown in for good measure.)

The compost was queried by the morrows tending:
Did fate mete trust to qualify this rending?
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Beyond this shroud of cloudy sky
Eden, near regained
Unknown hills and valleys lie
Past the vineyards and the plain.
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One fine day as I surveyed my collection of collectibles,
There was a crack, thump-bang, while swallowing delectables.
No sooner had I turned my head, that
I spied on the periphery of bad vision,
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Spatial comprisal, o’er horizon line cascade
Cosmos far flung on canvas uncontained
A currency by graces design given free
So orders mortal steps venture to eternity
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