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No one can carry me this day When I’m weighed with concern Disheveled, disgraceful and lost When exhaustion is born From the simplest of treads And the failures I craft Live on in all trivial things When continuous sorrow Is stalled in my throat And I’m wholly engulfed By the lunacy I fear
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Where am I amid the smoke? As the firing lines blaze Through this life and beyond I have no place No reason to march For the ire of war Or to sing, of its honor I sing of mankind Of its vast and colorful arrays Of the beauty Some claim to defend Abhorring every banner…
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It was a long and torturous way In the hulls of beasts Through the cold and turbulent waves It was on a thieving wind My forefathers wailed and groaned In the scorn of their bonds It was a plentiful trail For the menacing sharks All prowling in wait It was and remains The quietest crime…
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I grow blind, to the wondrous scenes That race all around In the flare of sunlight When there is nothing more Than a few row of words That grovel and plead For the morsels of life When there is nothing more Than the solitude of home In a clockwise demise And the trembling of peril…
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A bassline, soothes And warms my bones As I glide For a melody’s swarm A daily elixir That calms the frantic That favors the sick And reclaims the fallen The bassline soon fades Behind, a thunderous new dawn Of drums A stern call to arms So I fearlessly march With this nurturing shroud With the…
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Stagnation will murder These coveted words When the walls of my world Endeavor, for the skies I am destined to drown In the noise of affection Driven from myself As a wavering shell In the burst of cruel words I’ll depart from my own As I quietly shrink And subside with ease Remorseful and starved…
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A failure, flames red hot On a scorned patch of ground Charred, beyond hope For miles There are smoldering remains Which bleed me of strength Of life, compassion and love From the pale-blue skies It charged For the bowels of the earth Overcome, and burdened with death When humility was lost From the heart Of…
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These days become gristle and bone With little to offer This aimless and wavering soul I yearn for the flesh of old times What I gorged without hunger Shoveling and stoking The hearth of my greed I was always in bound For some generous feast From moment to moment Until exhaustion was king
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Ignition awaits At some distant hour When I’m suddenly overcome And quaking with life When my worries grow starved And my head has been ground Into a weary daze When the airborne salvos Have fallen To a hateful flare of red When all emotions Are restless And feral
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