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A lark And the trove sprung open With offerings of spring Song and exuberance I was given fair roads To be cleaved and claimed Proud hillside to scale And shorelines Frothing in wait A lark Set fire to my mind Flooding out all caverns Of honest despair A lark Was my call to wander To…
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We were thrilled So grateful, so sure In the far ago tides That swallowed Our most joyful of cries
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All I hear are the screams Of the unresolved Baying helpless From the beneath My extinguished form I am fated to reap only them Their harrowing words Dust storms Of the mind In the hold of spring Are the ever-present sirens Their continuous haze That buries And blurs all paths And this spring Is all…
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Forgive me For I am crazed Dazed and dangerous Enraged and ensnared A fear addled mess Rattling bones Splintering, piercing Each fast-falling year Forgive my disorder For I trail in rot A bundle of fears Swallowed In bustling strife Eroding, dwindling Till the madness Prevails over all
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A shadow is steadily cast Friends fade from view And to speak Is an unrivaled sorrow
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I’ve never crawled in Naples In the frenzy of youth With drunken resolve From tavern to tavern I’ve never been free to comb Through the great pines of Maine To its mist-cradled shores I’ve never Truly loved With the reckless vigor Of hell bound soldiers I’ve never trespassed Into the fear-ridden world In this transient…
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There is no quarter this day This day of villainy Where I stumble To a ruthless demise Unravel You marauding and beastly hours Till the shadows Encompass your crimes I am short on faith With a cold buried smile Rotting leagues in the muck Of a cast-iron scowl I’ll softly withdraw At my lowest of…
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They won’t recall When I labor no more And it matters not For these ears Won’t quake from praise When the mind is lost No longer engulfed By the will of pride It matters not To the morrow’s scores Who all live adrift From this far-ago Havoc and strife
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The agony settles to a quiver Softening its wrath To a dull burn As I scale down from havoc The outrage Calms to a nuisance To be soon forgotten In a haze Of mundane trials The sorrow Grows pale and drowns In a shameful embrace In the vice I carry And coddle each day The…
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Full and rugged emotions Are derived from lost alps And ground to mere stones In my path
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