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I do not know where I’ve gone Every deed to my name is but a dream In the shackles of the past Somehow I was lost In an unjust fit of frustration and woe Left to wallow, in the fallout I’ve spawned There is a great mist, rising over the past As a night of…
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Time will set us ablaze Once the trees grow frail and waver Into oceans of thistle and sand
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All I am is the helpless stray So hot on her wandering trail Through the awful and balmy trees But it’s worth the dismay The bloodshed All the full nights in tears In the agony of an ego’s sure death But it’s worth every door slammed shut Her every brisk cold word of critique That…
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How far down do these tunnels go? For how much farther into shadow Can empathy extend? Wearing thin Will the hopeful be frayed And scattered in this dirt In this brooding black sludge and grime? How can the compassionate cope As these tunnels aspire for new lows To collapse from the might of distress? They…
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When I’ve lassoed a stranger’s affection In my season of clout Sound and secure in myself I will meet them Where the songs of triumph, trail out to the sea From quivering strings and ivory keys All, without a single word Never drifting, nor doubting For eternity, graciously awaits Veiled in white If you…
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I would have parted ways with humility With any passing moment of glory That dared to meet my eyes I would have had my fill of hot air And floated away Set above, all mortal beings Until I ruptured and I burst Setting fire to the skies Until I lazily declined Into gravity’s embrace Knowing…
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I’d endure Almost anything other than the current affairs That crawl across the screen And deceive each night I yearn, for anything other Than the shallow misery of myself Every fleeting hour of self-pity is a sin I dream To wash away this era And every mile of its misdeeds Splayed out and dead Is…
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I miss winding through the hours Beneath, the indifferent trees In the chilled sigh of autumn Having had my fill of wise words From the warm weathered pages of a book As the afternoon, inched slowly towards rain I miss trailing off in the mud With the songs of the brave As a precious refrain,…
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Slowing down In the aftermath, of her quivering voice When I’ve carelessly strayed off course Beyond the shambles of her words I was called to the past Where a fair life deferred, and devolved into madness Where civility was sunk Drowning In the very tides we’d born
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It begins with enormous dreams And altered streams, running neon-colored Through a mind at bay Until time is lost The world comes and it goes In short maddening bursts Idle time breeds waves, rolling rabid through the mind Until it cracks and it gives Beneath the weight of this life All you have are your…
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