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I. Poetry Archive
The Dreampoint™ Sampler poetry archive is a compendium of various published and unpublished works written by Master Ellison over the course of the past decade.
Ecliptical*/**
By Randall Ellison (Early Winter 1996)
One sun’s bow tied
by a string of starshine,
Wrapped about the tranquil
grace of pure lunacy.
[1] Additionally entitled “Eclipse”
[2] Originally dedicated to Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Centennial*/**
an excerpt from Verity
By Randall Ellison (Circa 1992)
Sometimes, the most obvious are unnoticeable.
[1] Additionally entitled “Verity Number 1”
[2] Self-published on OwnQuotes
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A Chance Reality*/**
By Randall Ellison (Circa 1999)
The more you change yourself, the more you change the odds.
[1] Inspired by the song "Antidote" by Project Pitchfork
[2] Self-published on OwnQuotes
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My Wayward Ways
By Randall Ellison (June 2010)
People may sneer, people may jeer, but I dress how I like, no matter how queer.
[1] Additionally entitled “Verity Number 1”
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Valentity
an excerpt from Verity
By Randall Ellison (Circa 1993)
Love itself is free, yet infinite in value.
[1] Additionally entitled “Verity Number 2”
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Construct of Fallacy
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Lies are a conceptual framework for the overall design of deceipt. Pain is the shell which surrounds. But both grow as such to fall not as much as the builder and his crew.
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Sweet Dreams
an excerpt from Dreampoint
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Is she in love?
The watery tears
are why you lie,
to wade in pain
you die, bleeding
and trip the way,
free to fly,
far toward a greater sky,
out of life
out of mind.
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Life’s Frontiers
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
There’s always but a time
in this life
That a person in these states
goes through strife
Seconds, minutes, hours
days or years
Can take their toll:
life’s frontiers.
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Worth the Wait*
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Nothing now,
Something soon,
Many more, before.
[1] Additionally entitled “Wait-worth” and “Someday Morning”
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Ephemeral Continuum
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
I have seen the light and that has become my pathway to the darkness.
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Untitled*
By Randall Ellison (Circa 1998)
In the face of sorrow is the shade of that in which I live.
[1] Additionally entitled “My Jumbled Thoughts”
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Railway
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Such dynamism
will hopefully fuel
new trains of thought.
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Taken Advantage
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
It’s one thing to help a person and quite another to let that person help themselves to you.
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Sefuse
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Faith in self may be all but totally diminished if one assumes personal responsibility for one’s own continued existance, on whatever path this outcome may manifest itself.
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Withheld Value
an excerpt from Solitude
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Patience holds all sanctions for durations
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Neoteric
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Turnarounds led me back.
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Drugs
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Light once—
more. Full, easy drop.
Pleasure.
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Necromentia*
an excerpt from Nekromentia: A Suicider’s Dream
By Randall Ellison (December 1997)
From the Netherworld,
realms beyond these walls,
I saw you.
Through the earth, where confidence is ground to fate,
I heard you.
Through the air, where love suffocates from oppression,
I smelt you.
Through the fire, where creativity sparks out antipathy,
I felt you.
Through the water, where euphoria drowns in fear,
I tasted you.
You are my higher state of mind,
My sense of necromentia.
[1] Originally dedicated to Heather Russio
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December Cycle*
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Other’s say they understand,
but does one see emptiness,
lack of motion,
lack of thought,
lack of caring?
[1] Additionally entitled “December Child”
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Sinking Ships
By Randall Ellison (1990s)
Sinking ships go down and out
Before you have the chance to leave.
Yell and scream now, as you might;
Useless calls with no reprieve.
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Untitled
By Randall Ellison (1996)
I used to be a lender,
now I am a traitor.
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