Category: writing
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Abdul Alhazred
By: Jason Zapata As a man in Sana’a I heard their voices The inhuman dialect flooded my mind With images of a vast nameless city Lying in the wastes of Roba El Khaliyeh
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Nothing Can Be Explained
By: Jason Zapata The past unremittingly seeks dominion over me. A struggle for sovereignty taking place behind, The haunted windows that are my troubled eyes. Bygone battles and conflict play out in my mind, Locking swords against what I believe in now. But which blade will shatter under the strain? There is no answer to…
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All These Words
By Jason Zapata Another would-be suitor is quick to depart Due to false stewardship of your heart I hate seeing this kingdom in neglect When it deserves only honor and respect Don’t be accustomed to frauds and liars
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Wheat Field with Crows
By Jason Zapata I was the one to find you. You were in the very field you painted. The wind sighed. The wheat swayed. You lay still.
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Booted Foot
By: Jason Zapata The future is condemned by the past. What has transpired becomes the basis, The reason why future decisions are made.
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Rydia and The Dancing Ghosts
By: Jason Zapata To watch the dancing ghosts promenade and pirouette Rydia enters the castle ruins bathed in moonlight Letting herself become lost in the shadowy minuet
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The Wendigo Possession
By: Jason Zapata Gruesome murders occurred in the winter of 1878 The Indian swift runner would be hung at dawn Guilty of cannibalism or being a wendigo’s pawn I wanted to hear the mans side before he met his fate
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Zangetsu
By Jason Zapata Why do you still believe you wander alone Can you not feel my presence in this place Hear my footsteps on this path I retrace Through the course of your flesh and bone