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Adam Levon Brown





Devilish serpent
of Nefarious


Spit your venom
into the eyes of
the saints


Mercurial messiah
of misshapen


Rest your halo
on gold-tipped


Mold the iron until
its strong enough to
break my will


When the curfew
ends, there will
be a story to tell.



a line, (a short blue one)



Seeking Solace


Obsidian meadows
the sunken


As foragers of
silk seek solace
in the virtue of their
false idols


Scavengers prowl
the marrowless
of our planet


In search of pontificated
piousness within the realm
of jeweled nights and
solar-scorched days


What they don't know,
is that what they seek
resides inside their own
blood-shaven bodies



a line, (a short blue one)



Thy Kingdom Come


Black Lotus eyes foresee
gold-tinted Abalone shells


Cased within
velvet-lined caskets.


Ebony correlations
slink to and fro


On a bronze ship
headed for the hazy horizon.


Some call it Valhalla while
others ignore it altogether.


I prefer to set my sails
of Byzantine glory and


bask in the timelessness
that this life has to offer



a line, (a short blue one)



Midnight Stroll


Graveyard bones
against a rotting
termite-infested two by four


The inhabitants
of Mausoleums
remain untouched
and withered


A lone stranger
walks the crypts
at midnight. hoping
to find solace in the dead


Reading black-drop
poetry at the graves in between
whistling Greensleeves
to the Crimson harvest moon


The Stranger kneels by
an open grave and imagines
themselves trapped for all eternity
under Oak and brass


What the stranger doesn't
know is that when you
look at death, death
stares back.



a line, (a short blue one)



Bullets and Fire


Take the bullet
and swallow it


Iron embedded
deeply into the sarcophagus
Of the blood


Pressure compounding
Dynamite of the heart


Racing, tracing
the outsides of a blackened
barrel with a sharpie


Dive into the deep
with only a match


The pool is full of gasoline
and there is no bottom
to it.




a line, (a blue one)


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