Jaxsun Castro Horn

On a warming June,
the twins are still at play.
So many degrees past noon,
she wish to frolic the water as they.
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A vesper belt drops to the paramour’s wink.
An exhale of remnants both shadow and ink,
readying the curtains for descent.

Whose zinc lux turnt over that nocturnal ocean
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'Dearest atheist, death is debt all men must pay,
thy soul endures whence flesh decay.”

[To what end, is the purpose for which you pray]
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The guilty asses of the criminal masses await their destinies to be read.
Streams of cries from remorse laden eyes, dried by sullied hands that fed.
Prison lullabies go unsung nor any crimson tongue, shall soften a jailor's cell.
An accrued balance due for the cruel malice ensued, engraving each victim that fell.
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Gone are the rays, of summery days
soon castles fade to breaking waves.
Solar and lunar ply shine and rain,
to wallow in splendor, and weep in pain.
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I met a hypnotic woman in a crimson dress,
and drank the cup anointed by kiss.
Ever since, I wander streets without ease,
with track marked arms - veins diseased.
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Of the year 1987, a February 1st
a babe named Ronda entered the ring called earth.
Not submitting the choking umbilical snare at birth,
this Aquarian bourn Sun with Piscine moon,
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I wanna be like Muhammad Ali
he look so pretty not ugly like me.
Talk and rhyme throw hands like he,
an ebony Adonis faster than lightning.
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“Papa! Papa! Do you miss me? ”
Yes I do honey.
“I miss mama too! ”
Mama misses you.
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We met a long long time ago, I think I was ten.
My very bestest friend, my baby blue bunny.
I was so happy then, the happiest Ive been.
I laughed out loud, 'cuz your voice was so funny!
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A petrichor aroma laid under skies azure,
the token of a maiden befell to grief.
With nine Belle-Lettres so dear, so pure
stood essence of Freya's motif.
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The Sunday sun melts away and the path is there
on sidewalk squares liken to rail road tracks but to where?
Each step I muster under fragile and weakened knees
to the guide of my cigarette chimney trailing behind the breeze.
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