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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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The present is alive for now With its foaming smile And its maddened, infectious song And so begins Our rattling decline Where the mothering home Can comfort no more We leave the past without words In our trial and error In the cycle we’ve earned From our distant bliss
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Too right and serene Sweetened to insanity’s brink I shelter such days When I saunter with pride
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I’ve buried my all Into half-cooked sonnets No hard –lessons learned No glory dispensed As the weight of the world drifts And burdens all the rest With treachery, tragedy and want I cannot be pried From the slums I’ve forged I will not be hoist From the spires of praise A regretful demise Must snuff…
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A summer’s day turns And tussles inside With the tides of remorse Of the opportune lost A charred morrow calls And I fray in distress Sent tumbling As ridicule so gladly descends The summer day looms And I cannot be All curved by sorrow and sloth I cannot be The allure for vultures Who starve…
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