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The youth Were like pendulums Swaying, unhitched from care Like swinging lovebirds Unknowing Of the cage they share Time feeds Upon Their roving stares And they soon depart For the dreams Tomorrow will spare
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I rest Upon a mound Of second chances A mountain of regrets Molded, by years of lost nerve Redemption is wedged Deep in its caverns Its dying screams Still wafting, around in my skull I can never depart From this ivory zenith For a steep demise Lurks all around I’ll inch higher In the moments…
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We are all So safe and sound Bundled in joy And brimmed with rapture Despite Our uncertain paths That seemingly Have no end I cling To peace of mind Despite the plumes My towers of black As I choke On the climbing fumes Fully engulfed By the treachery of sleep
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Our skies are bare and black As the lights scale high And hail triumphantly Our eyes are earthbound Dreamless and hollow Too full with turmoil To cleave the fog we’ve cast Doomed To the tide pools We know All too well Our hunger Slowly dwindles From the bounty Of our daily trials
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Through the bare branches The morning cried Cloaked, in fine tailored grey Swaying to the song Of crows and foghorns The sparring melodies Of grief The sly mist Crept inside my skull With the first stream of wind I joyfully reaped My inner world turned Engulfed, by shades of gloom And I trembled fearful As…
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Her peril still rings Through those smoldering ruins Where I’ll never tread With a vast Arsenal of strength She lingers at the stern Barely forgotten As the terrible scream I dream to evade “Where have you gone?” Is her piercing refrain That drives my conscience To savor, each morsel of regret “How could I?” Larks…
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I surrender Flatlining In the restless deep of fear As nightfall showers All around And I crumble Overtaken By the binds of panic My thoughts are hollow And left for the fog To be preyed upon by voices By daylight’s static mayhem Few words Can flee these lips When the dark Has laid its claim…
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The world’s he kept All tremored the same In the scalding flash Before, the sprawl of night A wall of white Set the soils ablaze And gorged savagely Upon the lives, tenderly sown How they dreamed To draw in the morning wisp To unfold masterfully Bold, beautiful and tragic They now stream Beyond his battered…
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My dreams cartwheel Through the haze Of a world in tatters Where I dwell Among the uncertain The aimless travelers Who thirst for placid streams I’ve clung tight To the misery Of unknown souls I’ve clung tight To drag their sorrows Into the scalding light of day







