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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

Arms of Evil

Arms of Evil
 
They reach up through blazing volcanoes
Clothed in lava and bitter spices
Slithering around toward empty souls
To wrap their tails around their torsos
 
Their cries are whispers against the wind
Nobody’s home to subdue the rant
The world is a vacuum with ardent dreams
A helping hand but far out of reach
 
Evil’s a bosom for souls to rest in
Reaching for something to cling onto
From nothing they rose
To something they found
A place in the world to call home

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The Weeping Lyre

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, by Pawel Janiak
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“Hear ye, hear ye, puppets of the… Rise up with me with thy vacuous minds and ready spears, thy empty dreams and convictions, thy enfeebled spirit waiting for t…
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Flamenco Fury

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, by Ali Dadras
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September fields of tomatoes and c… and laborers working since early m… harvesting and singing to the joy… with sweat upon their brows and ha… working with those who love their…
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Nocturnal Residue

The battle of the earth and sky after the falling of the heavy sun… the sinking under the cold horizon… wandering along dark places, leaving the earth exposed to the
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Longer days and shorter nights up… as Winter will begin yawning to go… But first we must wait a little wh… before the frozen ground becomes m… Mother Earth in her old age moves…
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Forestial Symposiums

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A Lily’s Resurrection

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