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Daily I sway In their scowling shadows Far above The earthbound womb In slanderous words I coil Braving their might The scorn Of their fearful refrain By daylight’s hand I sway and turn Wrung dry Depleted and cold Extinguished too soon By each foul And tormented gust Brimmed With a greater despair
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Swaying in rapture With eyes ever-hollow And true To bountiful rest Atop Smoldering torrents In plumes of red And tarnished fervor Chemically disposed I’d drowse In the drone Of untimely bliss Where none May prevail To savor Their bygone triumphs
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Crash and burn Was the iron toll Hoisted High and proud A shadow cast Far and wide The tyrant of tired eyes Each fearful step Each mishap spawned Was a cause To burrow within To crash and burn In lethargy’s hold Full With timeless remorse
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I was forged In a cyclone of rage Hastily drawn In crude and jagged lines Crafted in muck I am prone To unraveling At the slightest jab At the edge Of a dull blade’s effort And still My treads adhere To a kick-drum’s malady To the fervent labor Of my joyful defiance
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Until My insides are swollen Bursting at the seams With the world’s Most fearsome song Until I have my fill Of trolley car anthems Brimmed With heartless passersby Until my eardrums Quake from the throes Of bygone Thundering ghosts Until the agony Prevails, over all I’ll siphon the world And its crude And callous resolve
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His former trials Were waning isles Amid The truth-bearing swell As he steamrolled on Lamenting in circles Faithfully spiraling To his last stream of breath His former ills Were dissolved At the tide’s Beck and call Diminished In the foam Of kindred hearts Sapped By their bounty Treasured By the mere winds of chance
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The skies were sewn shut Bundled in grey Swallowed By treacherous grief As the silver sun Droned In a lumbering stroll Of doubtful And heartless ease Drifting True, to the tune of day Spacious Sullen And mute Blood kin withdrew Beneath their skin To perish untethered From the hail Of humble words
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I curse these inverted eyes Forever at the odds With this world Of the monstrous and mad In low moments I bid farewell With a dreamer’s Fervent and starving haste In the trenches of man I spill my resolve My cause to prevail Unbound By continuous war
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I’ve turned away From this raging Hive of emotions Away From the throes Of their hard And endless labor Once bound To the full bloom Of homegrown dismay And the kiss of valor Swift Yet nourishing and true I have turned away Into a placid haze For the silent womb Devoid Of nightmarish thoughts
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The thread is forever lost In a scalding Downpour of verse Beyond remorse Words thrash With thunderous glee Flooding my skull In a stream Of lofty notions All for the limp And sputtering fool Who writhes in agony’s Sudden bloom A numeric captive Pools With tragic haste Bound For the gutters Ever- fuming With rancid…
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