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I miss her Whispering disarray Feeding the frantic swarm In my chasm of faults The slow murderous burn Of each vicious word Sheltered From lustful ears The slow decay Of a full day’s joy Withered In the swell of her being I miss the few And far-between triumphs I may treasure with ease And lovingly…
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If only I’d diminish From the raging masses Unseen And treasured by mist If only I’d disband Into Kevlar dreams Salvaged From tragedy’s true scorn If only The nights would swallow The bulk of my days Blissful Kind-hearted And dark
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I am wrung useless In the brute sun’s rays Devilish and fallen As the plunderer of dreams Resolve Is heaven- bound Plucked clean in haste From this tiresome And hollow skull Docile I collapse In vengeful streams Conjured, with tottering ease Few are spared And spoon With their sweltering dismay Withering in sync With time’s…
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Strayed beyond Ancestral roads I thrived Uprooted and sure Beyond the slurs Spent In hollow distress Wavered, in the restless Curves of time Staggering deep In uncertainty folds All conflict is lost In a storm –bearing shroud Yet I have strayed Beyond my means The ancestral roads Were kind And paved And sure
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Distance Cradles our forms Delaying the day Our shadows collide We breathe with ease And lend Our gilded refrains In the shield Of our spacious divide The miles are kind To the bounty We’ve stored in haste In a maddened Emotional gust For what they withhold Is agony unsheathed Primed for blood And the flesh…
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So closely knit Is the brave new world The daily crossfire We foolishly brave Bound and bowered We strive for war For the quarrels That flood The purest of hearts All that remains Are the wavering scores Who writhe in peril At the lash Of troubling verse So closely knit, we stir To our quiet…
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Carted off to joy By a steamrolling mass Mad, with youthful desire Their worlds All blur And blare the same Mindlessly, quaking With the spoils I dream to reap In the heart Of restless droves I wearily trudge Enrobed In torturous silence Wrangled Barren and limp Their passions wheel Swollen With young-hearted flair
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I’ll-fitting garbs Bring a vengeful draft Enshroud In mothering night The laughter sprawls Clouding The hull of my mind Where I cherish The spoils of day All through the dark They reign In lustful cries Wicked And plagued by thirst In want For the morsels I keep The sway of dreams I hold In spite…
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Monotone Fogs the day Rendering our limbs Spoiled, dormant and dull Our dreams Are grey and faint Worrisome and far Coursing With pitiful despair Our truthful roads Now weave Through shades of white To wander Unyielding and frayed
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Turned tail Into a hail of dust The cowards swarm With pestering fear They take to the breeze Desperate As the earth Whirls around In flight From the towering Iron loom They withdraw With shriveling pride Firmly coddled By their young And bountiful years
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