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Casual passersby Send fear on the prowl Hunting, scouring For the meat of anxious hearts I waver In the muck Of daily pleasantries In the mire Of placid words Devoid of any true purpose Silence is refuge Aloft, in the folds Of restless thoughts Where the winds Thrive only to sooth And send away Every…
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I flood my ears With static euphoria As the mind trails away And my limbs course With primal desire In spite of the wind I cleave, the frigid night Brimmed with the valor Of melodic disarray The earth Becomes a passing blur As I speed undeterred Pouring In buckets of sheer resolve Until exhaustion Quiets…
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Cries of boyhood angst Are free From my bitten tongue Yet no truth prevails No heartache can crawl From the ruins Of my war-torn conscience The toll Of harbored sorrow Shall beckon forever more Never daring to clamor For the waiting arms Of the crude and heinous world Never to draw The care of roving…
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A sudden flash Tore away at the homely dark Flooding the hollow void With a clashing array Of fire and hues The canopy of night Fluttered away Carried, by a traveling wisp Revealing The eternal glimmer Of ghostly Constellations I remained Far from terrified As I sailed for the care Of faultless panorama The life…
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Freight cars rain Scattering plumes Rich, with lives well-squandered As nightfall dwindles Beneath their endless Arching cries There are no sirens Only a great span of silence And the plundering tide Brought forth, by eager hands Havoc ascends In murderous clouds Heaven-bent For their heinous jobs well-done As tattered lives Cleave to vengeance Simmering with…
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I labor from below Tunneling Overwhelmed by night Where the lights cannot pry And the silent linger In the firm clutches of sleep Dig out! Is the refrain I hold The harbored scream Which fuels my effort Dig out! Claims my blistered hands As they toil in spite Bloodied and maimed Home Is a cherished…
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Orphaned deeds Now flood The hull of my conscience Storming the gash As I topple over Full with remorse Hopelessly, Overrun I reclaim the sorrows I’ve spun and left for dead In the bountiful silence Where turmoil, hails supreme Quietly listing The dark is to loom As a vise, crushing From all around
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