Tag: poetry
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The Emperor’s New Clothes
By Jason Zapata Ignorant of his troubled kingdom and His subject’s woes Someone needs to tell the emperor to Put on some clothes
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I, Dracula: Part Four
By Jason Zapata I resolved to acquire Mina and had Harker detained The letters he wrote to her were gradually mailed While my brides ensured his attempts to escape failed Thus the illusion of Harker’s well being was maintained As my passage aboard the Demeter was swiftly obtained Those sailors never knew what that journey…
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Bright Blushes of Color
By Jason Zapata The trees shed their leaves In bright blushes of color When your hand – still warm with summer Reaches out and claims my own
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Dance For Me
By Jason Zapata From the refuge of a lonely rooftop I watch paupers and princes fight Their battles fill the streets below There’s no reason to get involved In the class warfare being waged So with a half blind, mute charm I walk self consciously amongst them Embraced as the King of Fools
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I, Dracula: Part Three
By Jason Zapata There are some divisions no force can reconcile My presence is a blasphemy the faithful resists To keep humanity ignorant such evil exists I dwelled in the Carpathian Mountains in self exile Power and wealth I began to gradually compile Plotting a conquest even God could not dismiss Fulfilling my role as…
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"A New Path"
By Jason Zapata I will not allow this history to play out again My cyclical existence maintains but one purpose To force this restless spirit into conflict once more Fighting futile struggles with inevitable conclusions No longer will I participate in a self-perpetuating purgatory Haunted with the specters of unrequited love and defeat Accepting this…
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‘Stiltskin Inc.
By Jason Zapata Perhaps I should have insisted on seeing an offer letter But during the interview process no one really suspects Their boss of being a gnome with a napoleon complex Tragically, the working conditions proved to be no better
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The Rain
By Jason Zapata It’s raining again in this world I carry A sky of troubled clouds drift ominously Over a turbulent sea whose waves crash Against the windswept shore I stand on The dull rumble of distant thunder sounds Reverberating throughout its somber depths