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The Priest & The Pauper

April 26, 2018 by Ren'ee Verona

Give unto me something other than the treachery that squanders about this lack lustered vanity proclaimed as life Speak upon those lilies once said to garnish gardens, embellishing the mundane as to enchant this day to day acrylic humanity One dimensionally torn from divinity, bound parallel to the attributes gritting gravity, grabbing a given gluttony and so forth Therefore, wherefore art we the lot, a chosen people, more so, an intimate species holding a complexity akin to hybrid gods Mythical […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: author, brother, divinty, dreams, existence, father, fears, flowers, god, gold, gravity, humanity, jewels, life, literature, music, night, paradise, pauper, Poem, poems, poet, Poetry, priest, renee, riches, roses, souls, verona, vox populi, writer, writing

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Omit

March 3, 2018 by Ren'ee Verona

Forget me for a moment, I have become a less than the man that I knew I was…tear apart the love letters I have written And let those lilies that flourish, where we slept, wither with that haunting whisper which fading in the night As I wallow in this self-sustaining discord brimming dearly of a lifetime found lost in regret For living without fear has made me reckless, such a fire, I bore greater harm than any good one would […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: calypso, davy jones, flowers, life, ocean, omit, paradise, Poem, poet, Poetry, renee, sea, verona, writing

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Erebus Canto Part: 9 – Gracefully Scorn

February 19, 2018 by Ren'ee Verona

Candlelight to burn in the eyes of a madman, the sheen to brim from Freya’s tears Found kissing the murmuring, mesmerizing hymns song for these dark ages Where and when Nephilim cried out a bleeding divinity unto that hungry, ever glaring blood moon Which illuminates a dystopia in view, a Metropolis gilt in ash, as well as, smut For, it all lies rather, disease written like that  unto a harlot’s tongue…overly bearing with discord As bliss stands foreign, yet what […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: canto, erebus, Poem, poet, Poetry, renee, verona

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The Coral Snake & The Scarlet King

January 30, 2018 by Ren'ee Verona

Discord among the nightfall with these winter berries found frozen Between honeycomb lips of those sweet whispers which speak of a king dress in scarlet Ebbing at the somber hour when the stars had forsaken such royalty…malice to fill the air Grieving our scarlet king did…loathing at the sight of his crippling, conscious soul “ What has become of me during this time when I have ruled over man… claiming dominion over their lives Who am I, surely not a […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: coral, corpses, darkness, death, Exitus Acta Probat, father, god, gold, heaven, King, nightfall, paradise, Poem, Poetry, renee, rubies, saint, scarlet, snake, soul, undertaker, venom, verona

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Erebus Canto Part: 8 – Bejeweled In Flames

December 9, 2017 by Ren'ee Verona

“If for a moment I can express unto you, my deepest insecurities that seemed daily to castrate my enthusiasm I am a bit weary and lingering at the edge of my own sanity, as all other wakeful creatures tend to do Fulfilled with an illusion’s gift that of  ideas pertaining to hopes and dreams, it’s a pity one would often sing Still, here in this time my mind has found itself drowning in an emotional discord, with anxiety weighting abundantly […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: author, azrael, canto, cerebus, diablo, dreams, epic, erebus, flames, king minos, life, lily, moon, nightmares, Poem, poems, Poetry, renee, story, verona, writer, writing

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