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Around and around In feverish cycles When the pleasure Grows hopeless and stale Till the merciless tracks Run along all your flesh As a blood mountain range In a stride to relief So full on young thrills And dulled to a whimper Distress never stalls Never slows To a death-ridden crawl To indulge Means to…
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Never mind the wilting frame His bottomdweller stride into mayhem Time after time What he wields has yet to take form To be revealed and revered By the light of our day He’ll flourish from the flask Emblazed with new hope As a truth to behold In all Its thundering glory Never mind All low…
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If I wasn’t their own I’d languish forgotten In the bowels of this seething world If I wasn’t their pride and joy Immune to true verse I’d surely drift and grieve If I wasn’t their morrow The bright beaming scourge Of their waking eyes I’d live among fools I’d plot and I’d prowl In need…
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His words all sailed in vain Upturned by silence Received Yet seldom revered For a flaw Tussled deep within A travesty unseen Uncared for and lost And he faded from view Dissolved By the talk of our time And he faded from view Soft-spoken And void
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I fade in a terrible scream Once feeble and far Now forceful and present It prevails all around Ensnaring these years In a whirlwind of blood Of lunacy and death Farewell to the meek Succumbed to soon To its murdering lows In the path of its scorn I’ll surely receive Their despairing eyes From beyond…
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We are deadweight In the hate-ridden mire Overthrown by our ills Beneath banners of rage We were given our chance Our day of days To quell the inferno The scourge of our time How could we give in? To a swindler’s creed For a jackbooted morrow And a drawn, farewell to ourselves
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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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