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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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Stylized In vibrant shades In watercolored neon arrays I trail through assured Swollen with pride Awash With restless triumph Swamped with sound I blare As the scourge and envy Of melodic hearts Not bound By any stern Unwavering path For I dwell Beyond shackles In an instant Of wine-bred rapture
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She dissolves Into a shapeless Pool of treasured Remorse Mirroring the havoc I’ve preserved In the maddening spiral Of despair Vapor retains The mournful call Of her amorphous song Sharing Her endless screams The sorrows I purge Into nightfall’s Deathly chasm Consigned to peace I am left to stir Never driven to want To urge…
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The shorelines basked In new-found shades Of scornful, menacing red A gift From the thundering morn Iron-laden Sulfury, callous, and shrill How the high winds swore Brazen and cold In the throes Of each death-bound Pitiful scream At the fearful weave of men Through hellish clouds Risen, in murderous fury The shorelines gushed In streams…
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I writhe engulfed In pulsating squalor Fever-brimmed and weak And bathed in rivers of panic Amid cool crimson streams Coloring my eyes In bloodshot distress Nothing is spawned From my quivering hysteria As I’m drained of heart And precious resolve Left to stir To the offbeat horror Stewing with worry Entombed In lifelong remorse
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