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It cracks with ease And the rest comes undone Into stray shards of red But still I course on It groans With the guilt-ridden ghosts Of old fellowships deferred And dissolved by time The mind churns in panic Through treachery’s bend And still I course on With the rhythms of man
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I have missed the ivory froth Who drew me in, faithfully Away from the heart of my perils I have missed her sweetened cull The slow quieting of sorrows As she raves Through the cracks of my skin Oh how I’ll live again In her faraway shroud So blissfully out of reach Never wanting for…
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The truth it lurks Through the bleached white halls On the prowl In the moments of warmth At the very heart Of feign affections exchanged Its scours, wicked and unseen And in due time Our tales will dissolve in its fury In a burst of imprisoned distress When the hour tolls We are destined to…
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Pass on You heavenly giants Ever-towering, in bloom At the ready for the world Pass on with pride From this drab wreck of old At rest in its squalor At home in its juvenile muck Pass on, pass on You daylit heroes Who wield the oars of our time
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Mindless in the howling ether I am spoiled and blind On the back of a man-made wisp To a heartache So enormous and sudden
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It has held me For the bulk of my years In the cold grey shades of realization The bold revelation Bitter and brash A death-harboring morsel I savored so young I live slow and solemn Derailed In the care of rust I live enshroud And beaten By silence I live in dispassion In circling remorse…
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There is no value No life in his all-knowing gaze He’s plundered the world Of all its disdain For the past rolls and rages With the bones of his youth All quarreling to ash and cinder The nights all loom for revenge With the predawn’s of old Thundering salvos And its well-stocked prey The nights…
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Fair sailing Is the unmet dream I wield Through the heart Of such heinous days as these It pales when compared To a romance held To a summer day’s welcome Beyond, a late spring’s veil Clear and merciful skies Is the innermost cry That boils on end How it’s driven me mad In these pitiful…
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Is all of the rest merely a dream A fever-plagued horror For the watchful unknown? “Have I truly arisen With flesh and bones astir?” Is the murderous shadow That looms over every dawn Is all of the rest just a maddening display? On the canvas of the wicked Inflamed by their sorrows Or have I…
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I clawed the entire way With a strange resolve To a stillness far and wide To reap the faults of the world The highs and the lows On the fringes of the vain And complacent Consumed I tussled in newfound joy In the primal With a forebear’s wrath I clawed for mine For a sliver…
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