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It builds And it builds In resolve Until helplessness blares Demanding From deep within Momentum Heaving Then a wail Then a gasp Sorrow empties so sudden From the vise of the day There is only exhaustion Left to writhe in the ash When the tremors are spent And the mind overcomes Its smoldering Grief
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Solid ground fails me In every Impulsive, stride I foolishly land Driven to sink Never again Will I bear heavy hopes For the ether awaits All the soft-hearted dreams I am cursed to spawn
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There are beasts in the marrow Awaiting, black banners Their signal To ravage and burn Until life perseveres In its day breaking toll As the ever-gilded guard So watchful and immense There are beasts in the marrow Yearning For the spoils of dawn Engulfed in their plots Preserved In the catacombs of night
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The voiceless hours consume And I’m swollen with peace So shamelessly, splayed and mute All that remains of me Is a mindless pulse The daily, heave and drag Alive In its far and wide plunder Wondrous and bare It has leveled, my stride to a crawl Praise the day And its landfall of peace A…
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Alive in the aftershock We must revel in our flaws For every fault-line received Won’t last
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I am the pudge On an otherwise Faultless form An unwavering bulge For the world To dissect I’m a labyrinth of stockpiled verbs Composed, of lost yearnings An invisible thrash An impossible scream I have grown obscene A glossy-eyed drooler Who lumbers chest-deep In decay and disorder
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Fitting in Slouching, in the slanderous void Every wind-bloated brag Distorts, the true boast of the world Content for the ride Through the rattling snares Of each voice’s squandering And improvised squawk Like jazz halls on stilts They swindle all travelers With their underworldly pleasures Fitting in to foam So worthless In the gutters of…
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A handsome surprise Sways, in the snarling vines In the thick balmy maze A true traveler’s domain A subtle bounty gleams How it chimes for the patient In their hunger In their fresh and young resolve A porcelain scrap Is a fortune for some Who cleave through the slums Of misfortune A replenishing glow Is the…
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Not on this day Nor tomorrow Will we stall the world To rethink To recover We’ll turn in our sleep Unburdened With fire and fury Until heartache Is woven From our very own Flesh and bones
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Erased, in a call to arms In banner and shield Edged along, by the screams Of each dagger unsheathed
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