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Scrambling the week’s affairs Beneath quivering skies Ablaze and frantic Sprawled out, dumbstruck In a haze of cheap emotions The spawn of a torrential swig All the moments take hold Of the nightly currents To meet the broad shores Of a placid new dawn And all the cruel moments Are hammered away Into the crisp…
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I have yet to begin To stun, to amaze To draw the raging ire Of space and time I have yet to be involved
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Overrun By foreign concerns Engulfed By their distant wrath It grows First snails pace Then all around In menacing Horrible abundance Until nothing more Can be forced from your lungs
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Through an early spell of fog Daylight spills Yielding, its affection For the cold drab ground For all But the faintest of travelers Disheveled, indisposed and far Through and through In spite of the failing shadows He remains the free-falling wreck A slow-crumbling shard Exiled From the binds Of his former skin He lives on…
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Beloved Emboldened Firm The lights of my eyes Flourish And thrive among strangers Among the boastful many Who coast in freeform Beyond, the corners of my sight Briefly beloved To the pavement’s end I’m the passing bloom That wavers In the maw of each dusk
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Irritation Lingers in each season of horror Through each terrorizing Taunting and teasing cycle Slow. Wavering. Hours. The gears maniacally roll Conjuring the trails That will never rove again Bitterness festers In each newborn scar Disembarking its hatred With a sickly smile And irritation Soon lives In all people and places
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Without tragedy The verses stall Without chaos and wonder They are disowned In a wisp of defeat
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We stoke the world From our safe shadowy snares Bloated with calm In comfort and ease Its peril is our hearth Crackling so distant To the tune of our verses Our keyboards, enlivened with hate And all we earn Is an aimless glow A fast-moving blaze We’ll never fully contain We stoke the world Dumbfounded…
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Who was I In those downtrodden years? Where the powerful blazed In their white-hot fury? What was my worth When the walls inched higher? My role in their horror In each scheme they unfurled? And slowly I recalled The terrible winds As mayhem churned within How the world Fell away from my trials How I…
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