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Time is on our side In the kind-hearted sun In this basket of joys On an ocean of trials On this isle of peace We may grow to wield And unfold our affections And surely they’ll roam For aimless miles In their quest of euphoria To ensnare every soul
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A new glory is followed By a rolling abyss The untiring, brag of death An apocalypse revels From behind the sliver Of a gracious dream The triumph The plunder and rapture That lives at a dirt road’s end The horror looms larger Proclaiming revenge For each crater in the road That abhors my name
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I breakaway, into a beautiful silence When the era grows too warm And it mindlessly scalds Breaking through, to the coast Where the free-flowing thoughts All converge To rage through eternity’s depths I too must swim From the singe of these years Letting emptiness expand And envelop my frights
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We are fully aware, in our own psychosis The hues of the earth All stun and amaze But never quite the same What cannot be known, at this moment Are the true shades of life Outside, of our bustling minds We all diverge in our stride to define The relentless aim Bringing certainty, sanity and…
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I was siphoned by a greedy past From the great fields beyond A high and merciful knoll It howled and clawed For the flight of my limbs With its butchering, and backtracking wisp From its thundering maw It defamed As I strained through the present To be cherished by a new living dawn But the…
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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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