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Within the high winds of promise I’ll indulge in pride For the moment Till it all dwindles down I’ll earn my solid ground As the hard pavement awaits To be dealt out in full Dismantled in red In the calm I will know my limits What life Can never truly spare
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Reduced, to a pool of hysteria As sunlight glares And wanes in its doubts Not a second for breath Remains in clockwork’s rage Sent around and around In a spiral You must plunder it all And race For your jagged decline As all worthwhile hunters have done You must give your all And thieve And…
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Catastrophe Too often Falls from the lips In the heat of new panic True hustler’s dispense We are prone to dash From the rustling trees From their call to cause From the other From the evil’s abroad So terror remains A beast unslain Sustained on our fears As it gorges and maims And the toll…
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It vaulted across the waves In a crimson arc Through the shadows To a far away shroud and rest Our awaiting and noble colossus Our charitable stranger Who would surely yield Hearth and home An impregnable silence remained How it thickened the whole way As the embers of dawn free-fell How we strained for words…
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I’ve retrieved the hopes Of the summers long lost In a cool, cosmic pulse In a flare of nostalgia
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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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