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A cavernous wound Sends them, toppling over As splintering, mayhem and dust A thunderous fall Is a crime unrecieved Consumed, in the up-swell The swirling of rage and panic And they become The prelude to silence The thieving of years Of triumphs long past
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Borrowing peace of mind I am royalty adrift On a placid sea, of bottomless pleasures This life Is but a soft-loving breeze A dream for the moment When the cause Is lost from my mind So truly beloved Forgotten by rage For this savory, sliver of time
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I came to know him through legend Through the chatter of my kin In their holiday cheer Told round after round Grandfather How he radiates so strong From beyond, what these eyes may conceive Through his wartime ballads I know dedication Through the years of his labor I know diligence So seldom I speak And…
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How brave were the swaying few Given over to the noose For their passionate crime For a cry of distress That hails from the slums In the forgone muck Where the pitiful Succumb to their rage How desperate their eyes remained In their farewell to light For their purging of words In the warm rays…
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Ideals have seized the day How they churn our minds To mulch So the youth, will surpass us all Through the ruins Through our troubles long past May they climb From the tremor and grime Of these fear-ridden times May they nourish their words To the full bloom of brilliance So their own may prosper…
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I struck a wall And quarreled with flesh and blood Day, by desolate day My heartfelt words Were but tumbling weeds The nomads Of thistle, of sorrow and fret For home Was swollen with sound Night after night The exhauster of words Where the voiceless dissolved Just barely alive I slipped by And out of…
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No words in the arms of loss The awaited embrace Death-ridden and black A ferocious wind Startles, the complacent mind And the envy unfurls in flames No words for the shroud of her verse So mindfully forged, in the past At the paramount Of soft-hearted fools No words can trespass Through the hub of despair…
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Grey gusts Cling, to the hem of the day As the bandits pursuing Our docile dreams The remnants of winter Weigh heavy on this night As uncertainty climbs From the mere seeds of doubt An unmet horror prevails From the withering flames From the gathering shadows Exhumed from the grave
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I am disorder Loathsome and cute In the arms of pretension Snarling, at all strange passersby How dare they partake Of my raging streams As the visitors The fools in performance Haughty and proud I lift my eyes high And trudge unknowingly Through a pasture of waste I am ceaselessly young Creative and crazed In…
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