Poems by FTS Miles

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  • 13 April 2009
    10:15pm...

  • I would that moss become her,
    Nestled green amidst the cracks...

  • Who cares about some Canadian
    kidnapped to Syria from his front door...

  • Though tyranny of faith shall judge and burn,
    Though hypocrites shall mark and spurn...

  • She is radiant in her research,
    copper-framed reading glasses...

  • So vivid is the wild flower,
    shocking white against...

  • Temple (1)

    She looked down upon me
    from her lofty stance...

  • Thine (5)

    Mine tongue is thine,
    to cant philosophy...

  • Mine heart of fire I name thee,
    spring rains alchemy of blood...

  • And thus were the characters poised in this tale...
    The Magus, the Lady, her Lord, and fell...

  • I scry you within
    your chilled domain...

  • Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas!
    Mansions and malls...