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I became the faithful stir On a motionless day Always eager, and bursting With needs The silence Abhorred my breath Every dead-end direction I had hastily tread The desires were many Bustling and twirling beneath Unknown, by their sorrowful host In the aft of the mind They were boastful and clear A disquieted pulse Left…
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All at once I could not speak The excruciating words I had once held close And wearily I fell In each worthless attempt To stand Wavering The whole day away In flames
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I need the intensity of grief A bone-shattering fall In the impregnable dark The ruthless command Of my every pained nerve Every single coursing bead Of their treasured distress I need this callous world And its every restless song The grit, the sprawling grime That cherishes my faults I need to fully live As a…
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I have swum from the shallows of dawn Toward a prosperous noon Toward the depths, of a pulsating dream For the life that surely awaits And riddles each morn With the agony of want, Looming grander and grander This powerful labor overcomes All faces and phases And the whole of my days are lost In…
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Gradually the calm subsides And the frightened retread Through the mercy of silence Prisoners of the mind Spare few and frail words As the whirlwinds descend Swallowing, the clear passive day The prisoners Are lost in themselves As the chatter rolls on In a deafening crusade On through to a great And enticing unknown
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Brushstrokes flame through the skies Emblazing the night With their coveted And faraway wrath
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In auburn and golden hues She enthralls, she envelops With her southernmost charms A heavenly drawl I’ll recall As I’m stuffed to the brim With a nourishing spread of emotions The homestead lives on In each momentary quarrel Every outside deed, can never quell The sheer strength Of her steel embrace I recall and recover…
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I’ll drift like desert sands Torn up by a wind In the howling of terror When I’m far past enraged I shall leap for the fray And take to the dust In their joyous escape For nowhere For no one In that scorned frame of mind
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Nothing is known for certain All the moments shape-shift And evolve into occurrences Not known The greater wilderness consumes Every morsel of each day The further, we voyage The further, we dare Nothing Is perceived in full Every mile’s a mere glance An irregular guess As we slowly implode And the wilderness Defiantly expands
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Skylines were received in the waves By a thundering ascent And an eon of lumbering black The miles were cruel and aquiver As the wrathful seas, below Trudged on in murderous pursuit Till nightfall divulged The great spires afar In the awaited and merciful decline
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