Shadows Of Her

Shadows Of Her long poem

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His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity
of the most dark, sinister and raw nature
and he listens as the darkness of her whispers
in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare
to love such shadows as me?”

He has become possessed by death and
witnesses stony skulls beneath the grim moonlight
of a land where no light shines for the written word. He can hear the beat of the creatures holding him imprisoned
against the dripping ink of his pen
while tasting lustful kisses within the presence
of his distant beauty who he called upon
while in the wastelands of midnight. “Love does not
cherish the twisted mind of one known as the unknown”
she whispers in his dreams. But, with the dripping of a pen
he confesses to the darkness
for his writes portray such shadows

He has managed to cause grave sadness
through his words of everlasting shadows. And
forgiveness shall show his dark soul
that lies beyond the realms of eternity
for he has not long to live, he is
merely a drunken soul on a dry day. The sky whispers
in her voice “He who is not dead
is un-living in the lands of my mortal thoughts.” And
now he immortalizes those words
carves them in stone on the night
he drowns in the shadows of her

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Cage J Madison

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Cage J Madison (1979 - ) is an emerging poet, author, digital artist, photographer, tattoo design and philosopher.Born in the small country town of Cunderdin, Western Australia, he learned from an early age that he could easily leave behind the pains and sufferings of his life by entering into the world of his imagination. After many years of writing poetry and short stories for his own peace of mind, Madison took it on himself to begin showcasing his writing to the world.His artwork has been reviewed with both criticism and praise, receiving many reviews stating that "CJ Madison dwells into a dark part of the psyche many are afraid enter, only to return with a piece of artwork that is confronting yet exciting at the same time".Madison's work (writing or artwork) are drawn from his own life experiences and each tells it's own story of happiness and belief.'It's never about what I can see when I write or create (art), what stirs inside my mind at the time of creation and what ends up flowing from the pen or paintbrush are small matters compared to what the reader feels when they read my writing, or the viewer when they are looking at my is always about what stirs within them' ~CJ Madison
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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj

कब्रिस्तान के चौकीदार से
हमने पूछा
“रात में आपको
यहाँ भूतों से
डर तो नहीं लगता?”
चौकीदार महोदय चकराये
फिर थोड़ा मुस्कराये
“ये तो बेचारे सोये हैं
चिरनिद्रा में
हम तो यहाँ हैं बहुत
चलते फिरते
भूतों के सताये।


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