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My deeds are intertwined In a cart-wheeling spool Of gathered distress Clouding my mind In the muck Of passersby Their slothful words So needlessly spun I recede From the world’s Proud, glittering array As these memories All swarm In a cyclone Of envy and scorn
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I reap the ashes In silver spoons Sustaining The vermin That crawl, deep within They worm Ever-thankful In the grit of passersby The ruinous mounds Of wayward strangers Charred, to a hopeless pulp By spoonfuls I thrive Heartily gorging On distant trials In spoonfuls I join the mad Ensnared By their every Heartless whim
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By each hysterical wind I grow frail, dull and passive Displaced From the reach Of solid ground The joyous hours Spent racing Are far and few Blending the world To a pulp Of disorder and sound Warm currents Bring about The full flair of elation Until my treads sputter And I give Jolting For agony’s…
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I’ve lost something full Pure and righteous Torn away In a predawn Frenzy of words Bare and distraught I raved through the day Doomed to recall Every morsel Of former glory To relive The full weight within The gradual prospering Of new-found joy Would stand firm At the proudest peak My tyrant wish My most…
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His time Was better spent languishing In the bittersweet foam And bone-white silence Beyond The full-heart chorus of kin Rife With their myths Of unfettered pride His time Was better spent Drowsing in peace Beyond His fellow man’s lash Their verse Ever-lively, yet stale His time Was ensnared Passive And loyal to all To the…
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The pale unknown curves To appease His starved And reckless whims In crumpled sheets Molded and mangled Lost, in the throes Of lofty words He lays claim To every spire Each ivory mountain Of imperfection Swallowed whole In the vise The maddening chorus The will he bears In the hold Of lifelong distress
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I am spoiled In their infinite clasp By the ruthless garbs All singing Of far-ago trials No hour is spared No road Wanders free For they wield my all This roving Human disarray Tattered and heaving Enclosed By my chosen snares These rags sustain me Through the sprawl Of daily despair Yet the world Pours…
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Through bare Overarching limbs Jaggedly swerving Skewering The pitiless dark I ascend To moonlight’s Withering call Awash In her shadowy illusion Winter prods My still And heedful form To embark beyond The weaving Snarls of bedlam
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I scale the walls With pestering resolve Enclosed In ravenous Delight As the beehive drones In mind Fully shroud By a heedless Fog of rapture The savagery The primal We stave each day Burrows forceful and pure Marrow deep Runaway composure Jets far From this ruin From this spoiled wreck Engulfed By infernal flesh
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Perhaps It was merely A passing affair Shroud In its veil In the waves Of unburdened sleep In few Towering moments These hopes hold true Lost beyond Our tormented age It was all But a ghastly And murderous Façade Then the world transpired In gilded Fiery splendor
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