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They call us mad, they call us cursed,  
For we will not bow to their painted gods—  
Their temples reek of incense and decay,  
Their priests chant empty words to dying fires.  

But we—we keep the old flame alive,  
The wild song, the untamed heart!  
Let them rot in their gilded cages,  
While we ride the storm, unchained!  

 

 

 

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28 April 2025 - 11:30pm — J4nu4r14n
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This all too brief poem

This all too brief poem sounds like a working script for a film that only a director, like Kubrick had been, could adequately handle.

Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)

fka Starward*Led

29 April 2025 - 7:28am — redbrick
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Thanks S74rw4rd157. Will look

Thanks S74rw4rd157. Will look into unveiling the rest should it be there to unveil.

here is poetry that doesn't always conform

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29 April 2025 - 8:17am — J4nu4r14n
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I look forward to that!

I look forward to that!

Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)

fka Starward*Led

20 June 2025 - 12:45pm — redbrick
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Here's the link to the

Here's the link to the extended version: https://www.postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1126729 

 

here is poetry that doesn't always conform

galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver