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Full waste bins dance On the cusp of death Tottering At the helm of each day Each hour New madness breeds A screeching terror Unseen, through tortured eyes Moments crash-land Devoid of purpose Scouring my spine A tried and true menace Little unfolds In these vast Amorphous days From an earth So parched with desire
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The embers Of a day’s fine farewell Freely rage All through, the stillborn dusk A fiery farewell To unease The arcing peril I reap From the tussling dawn I part ways, enrobed In bittersweet dreams Faithfully inbound To a simmering rest A slumber marooned To an isle of far-ago ruin Engulfed In a high noon’s…
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Upon This cold dead ground Comfort commands My worthless treads Until All is lost And stillborn thoughts Ensnare, my vital signs Until Nothing more Is sacred or savored From these pillowy heights Where the whole of my youth So defiantly Rages away Where time Must stream In a hateful And foaming rush
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Scarred hillsides Eclipse the world And all Her shimmering glory Forevermore plagued With long-lost efforts Discolored and maimed By roads So wishfully carved Backslide Is my foremost villain To strive in vain Hopeless And swallowed by muck Backslide Is the curse I know It thrives and fumes From the tatters In which True peril resides
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The world Overflowed with rage Unleashed in panicked streams For the gutters of his mind And all too soon He staggered In the curves of his youth Drunk On the fumes of mankind In his hollow gaze Was the stroll of kin For whom he lovingly strained From infernal distress All too soon he was…
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Housed In a desolate space The world freely turns In the colors of spite My refuge groans Sorrowfully Far-gone in age As the world Intrudes and calls Drawing my feet To the fall A frightful decline And the rushing Certainty of awe I am joyously bound To bask in the open To reap every morsel…
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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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