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Consoling words fall short. In this world’s new chasm, They only swell the unknown.
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REM kicks open the door And all I have ever known Goes spilling into the void I pursue, their fading forms In a slow withered march on weightlessness ‘Til I’m shoved away Away, from gravity’s firm clasp In a silent and grief-ridden scream It all occurs in a rush Then I’m hurtled awake Into the…
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It is difficult to pull away from fear When it thrives all around In the rustling trees It is difficult in the aftermath of hope In the steepest decline From the crumbling hills of promise When your world is awash Somewhere in the anguish Desperately, thrashing and clamoring for life But in truth it’s nothing…
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There’ll be an abundance of drunkards In the dim glow of dusk At our troublesome hour of truth No matter what No matter whom Tomorrow, will groan to life ashen As it strays, into the arms of a stranger We will cast off the promises of old Every lie, for the bitter cold truth From…
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Drums labor all through the night As the acid-drenched slide of guitar’s Take flight To dissolve the great droves Of fawning hearts below Lift off, lift off Is their triumphant call Urging movement They are helplessly strung along To wail as passionate stewards of song The music contains and contorts all forms To provide for…
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The urgent call to arise was lost this day In a comforter’s swirling Spiraling embrace Opportunity strays Into the cold grey abyss Beyond the wet windowpanes I’ve shunned the cries of inner youth For dimly lit halls For the crackling hot glow For the whimpering steam of a kettle But it’s all in my mind…
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I take the beauty of mankind in small doses For their potent actions and words Send me hurtling through space, every time A mind in warp drive Can be of no use I’ll converse in the motions Giving few words of worth I am seldom, in the here and the now While friends speak freely…
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Will pain come and go At some bed-ridden hour When the quiet of a life well-lived Crashes over these bones? Or will the pain intrude, into the prime of my life As a whistle Then a ghost-white flash? I can never know, until Never think of it too often For my aim is to live,…
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The past is afloat in the mire Bruised and silently sailing Through the warm rays of truth
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A father is etched in a wall In a company of ghosts Forevermore, upstanding and brave A son overshadows the world With his untraveled roads And a sibling dissolves, in his anthem of war A child will never recall Nor make sense of the valor retold Of all the names etched in black
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