Anthony Joseph Erangey

Life’s journeyed maze, twists, turns, and bends,
Demands the toll, we dread to pay.
The boatman waits this very day,
To ferry us to destined end.
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A ten by eleven tomb, lock secured, across the hall from the communal bathroom.
Up the long, steep, short tread stairs,
where many had been before and would come more,
With their ecstasy safely anchored to bottomless despair.
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Please pray tell, Where have you found love to dwell?
For I have heard numerous locations, described well.
Invisibly hidden in the human heart,
Mystically aloft as the clouds, apart.
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Beware black rose and pick her not,
Those who succumb, in Hades rot,
Her bloodlust thorns are hidden well,
And if you stoop, you’ve entered Hell.
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Coffee inspired scales of cascading resonance drip onto the floor
She writhes, he stiffens, they tangle their feet, tripping as one.
So swift and graceful, their bodies speaking in tongues
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Dear God, I love you
thank you for loving me

You are indeed, everywhere
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From a hazy, distant view,
out of many, a selected few.
I see laughing faces, almost.
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I once wrote something, a tribute.
Submitted, from a time, less mute.
now disappeared, forget, should you?
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I thought a way to reach people was by intention.
Now I wonder if the best way to get one's attention,
is to say something obfuscated, faux inspired and illusional.
And when examined, say I've been misquoted, how delusional.
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I thought it was cool to reach people by words.
Now I don't. I thought it was cool to reach people by words.
Now I don't. The best way to get one's attention
is to post something inspired and meaningful
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Spasms of majesty, erect and dysfunctional.
Boldly cowering in the chaise lounge.
There's a name for that somewhere, I whisper.
Lost in the halls of adolescence, unhindered.
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I'm hoping that this will see the light.
Clear and simple, untextured. Unrefined.
Memory has been elusive of late.
Along with discipline, it will have to wait.
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Who decided the qualifications, that would be the ones?
Let's offer a few thoughts on process.
Let's say ' We are the Human race' we are as one.
Suddenly, there is a plan from above.
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The thunder roars, its clarions din,
Temptation’s door, harbinger of sin,
Lightning flashes, severing the sky,
Hellish clashes, deep within my mind.
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Before me, I can see you eternal,
Cloistered, in these hills of sand.
Ceaselessly, diurnal and nocturnal,
Parched, crystal grains, flung and fanned.
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Oh how I've bent and twisted my frame in two.
For just a heartbeat to worship you.
The beat turned to hours, days too,
then in a blink, my entire youth.
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Wheel me closer Sylvia, that my fading eyes
May once again, behold our palace of love.
I forgot how beautiful and green, this land was.
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I bade farewell to eccentricity,
For long had I been in its zealous grasp.
It charged though me, with electricity
Slithering my brain, dark Saharan Asp.
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Should I add a bag, strung with name tag, boil water hot,
for the waiting mug?
Vanished days of ease, Ceylon black leaves, and brim full pots,
Saucers bone, tea cups.
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Conical canopy, charcoaled day
Rotund kettle, on tubular legs
Polka dot ashes, spiral, cambered flames.
Square stamped, clearly darkened fillet.
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