Welcome to My Writer’s Fantasy.
A page dedicated to the blood spills of a Crow, into a world of a writer’s delight and strange conceptions.
To me it is about art in some form or way.
Using words to show you the fantasy and universe my writer’s heart and soul dwells in.
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| Writer’s Ballerina! | Art of Women! | Writer’s Universe! |
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| Free
On virgin sheets Thrived by music… |
Her body is like a statue a Venus De Milo Chiselled |
With a full macrocosm.
Cursed are the sink holes |
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| Endless Walk! | My Dragon! | Dreaming up Reality! |
| I got lost while on my way.
Drawn across the street |
Come meet my dragon a fierce looking pet the best friend a guardian, warrior keeping hold of my past… |
Through the veils of night come the vision of you Shown upon by starry lights glistening the water of the lake dressing your body with care… |
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| A Muse in Red! | Inescapable Time! | The Poet, The Muse! |
| What better muse
Than the one reading Your story… |
Another year in the passing time fleeting not so much faster unbalancing perception pulling pieces of us our memories … |
Images emerge onto blanc pages words written in consecutive rhythmic sequences… |
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| Dreaming Drunk! | Insomniac State! | My Fantasy! |
| Never do I leave my dreams to be with you and so here I sit having a drink… |
The burn in my eyes desert sand dusted them dry … |
Staring out the window looking over the court rain creating a fresco of blurred colours and fractured light… |
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| Harlequin! | Demon Child! | The Guarding Door! |
| Storm of a bitter noise coming from the rampant liar on my days of revival Caverns of the vestige by the thief’s consumption… |
From dark abyss I have risen unlike the phoenix I am cloaked in ash … |
Hung up strung together with iron bars. Build with a lock in to your warm wooden core… |
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| Creating Worlds! | A Fool’s Poetry! | Bike Ride! |
| I create worlds
Unknown Unseen to people |
Trying so hard to share my feelings the words that make sense running naked … |
Streamlined to go faster the race is on with his own shadow. … |
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| Words Unknown! | Scattered! | Chaos! |
| Letters make words In their special order Words create sentence mixed the right way sentences build stories … |
Keeping on the right
Fantasies abide of my scattered mind |
Fractured realism Unordered boom We search for answers… |
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| Fluttering in Silence! | Roar of the Flames! | A Place in Silence! |
| Why is there your silence roaring across the oceans creating waves on the seas so high … |
Roar of the flames Dance across the Floor your heat an embrace kissing my skin with a hiss … |
Is (also) where we begin First sounds exploding beats of a heart breaking through silence Familiarity growing … |
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| Bubble Brain! | Sensing Nature! | Painting the World! |
| In the middle of nothing looking left and right as far as my eyes can reach … |
With eyes closed
Drunken I feel my way… |
If you had a brush,
Would you paint Paint the world… |
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| Nature’s Song! | Keys of Imagination! | Lost Dance! |
| Rain trickling a melody The beat you stomp with the feet Words spoken through wet lips A Simple song of nature … |
fingers a little curved moving fast across the black and white keys with little strokes… |
Across wooden Floor dancing an ageless example of love together with my love… |
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| Times a Twisting! | Proud Year Round! | In midst of Stars! |
| Feet are wet from standing in a puddle surrounded by trees this open field. Gentle breeze to cool you face this warm summer day … |
Spring time cometh dancing in mild winds growing a pretty green with your arms wide fruits of your labour… |
You just keep on ticking
With no care in the world Never looking back… |
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| My True Form! | Halloween Hunt! | Blood Crow! |
| Sitting on a pillar Looking out over town Came down like an angel With a little devil inside … |
I can almost smell the iron of the crimson river that soon will … |
When there is empyreal radiance Of the divine there is the … |
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| Fragment Friday! | My Poetry! | I have a Dream! |
| Bits and pieces scattered here and There … |
Poetry lives only but a second in the writers heart spoken transcripts … |
This might just be me sharing a reverie a question to join and sign friendships sacrosanct contract. … |
Ranting Crow 