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To the same old Ruinous bends Charred from the hail Of murdering skies Down the same roads That howl With earnest despair Braced for the clearing Their skies Forever shroud in death All there is to reap So hopelessly sprawled Far and wide Is the scourge Of a jagged And sure demise Brought forth In…
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I fall short In the greater Maddening scheme Consumed In a fog Of self-centered peril Overlapped By the baying hounds Who race with delight So sure In their endless spiral I’ve fallen behind The fear-ridden droves As shadows loom And prowl With unmerciful lust
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All I know and preserve Are moonshine anthems Joyously, roving Each mournful mile of skin I grow old In their comforting binds The pastime chorus That wails, with ancestral despair All I am Is a wayward And time-ravaged corpse Displaced Upon the morrow’s Unwelcoming shore May I stew Well-beyond My truthful prime Enrobed In the…
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Swift is nightfall’s Accursed dagger Draining A full day’s glow All for the good Of her beloved And devious young In the care Of her mothering shadow Free From the snarling Blistering gleam From the ravenous call Of sunlit wrath The wicked rave With primal lust As the silent drowse Wearily Indisposed, by savory dreams
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I’ve lost every savory Blistering urge To thrive with a mindless Cast-iron grin Cyclones Shield me In vengeful grey From all worldly spoils Ever-promising And ripe Within the constant Dust-laden breeze My dreams disband Into glittering remains Only dulled verses Prevail Primed and ready To fall Dormant, cold and unsought
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We parted ways trembling In the deathly rattles Of joy As we raged on internally Consumed In the fog of release Coasting With eyelids bound Braced for the fall The thrill of decline Elation coiled Our shock-ridden forms Readily drained To our barren And peaceful demise
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Just the same My nerves are aquiver Confined to their nests Of turbulent skin The arteries rage Indignant And bourbon deep To snuff out The fires Of inner distress Still I curse With foolish vigor Gleefully spilling The gutter’s Disgraceful refrain Just the same I fume so young Mindlessly prowling For a homeland’s Most coveted…
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As treetops covet The autumn grey skies I’d drowse Into a long awaited calm Drawing peace In bound For northern solace And true To the shoreline’s Of home Silence enshrouds My every gripe As time disbands And all I know Is coddled to rest
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The fault thrives in me Through and through In each moment I thieve The slightest of gusts Disorder Rings in my name In the words I spill With young And casual ease Never mind The passersby The onlookers Simmering In their rightful disdain For madness Surely thrives In this feckless stride Aimed For the call…
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I’ve no truths to spare From these caverns Of self-neglect Enshroud By hatred’s Devilish fumes Where my words Tread light In a callous whisper I’ve no truths to spare From this low This miserable hush For all I bear Are the loathsome gripes Of a fool awash In the surf Of his truth-bearing doubts
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