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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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I could have been Inwoven in shadows Left frozen in place In the folds of my bed But it was not to be I was hoisted awake With fire-plagued lungs In heaving distress It was not to be Denial was masterful Merciful and swift And it salvaged my all Every morsel and scrap I both…
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No one lives here In this terrible husk Left listing in the slums Of self- satisfaction It quakes and breathes But it seldom speaks And it strides without meaning For nowhere For no one It lives faint and far With lost roving eyes Eternally, consumed By a great white mist Sustained on few words It…
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I am spent By the endless snarling Of world affairs By the froth And the bedlam Of so-called men Soft-spoken I dissolve And disengage Dislodged From remorse From all traces of fret
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Crawling In the great green spires Succumbed to new lows An endless thunder Soon burrows within
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