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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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I cave A hopeless wretch As bravery nears Having conquered The falling, fading day Father He spares few words As his eyes trace my fear Disheartened And burdened with worry My nerves draw chaos In the rising fumes of despair At the swell Of the morrow’s hatred Foreseen within, his tired eyes Father knows What…
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Wallowing Within placid Half-hearted stanzas The unsparing void Where I’ve stranded my thoughts To marinade in squalor Callous, ragged, and unkempt Time draws breath Desperately Tussling with panic In its slow, horrid demise It withers at the hands Of titanic reveries Coiling the windpipe And awaiting its final tremor When all is motionless Frayed and…
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The days choked Upon the great plumes of savagery Cast out By the furious and frightful Lionhearts withered In the shrill cries of ordinance Scattering, impaling All brazen, fire bred travelers With sharp eyes Forever swallowed Beneath the leagues Of unsparing silence The careless thrash Of brother and foe Is buried deep In the soils…
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Our time Is cruel, to hastily wither In a peaceful Steady decline As we converse Unaware of the age The bedlam We know as home In our roving All turmoil wanes Fearful Of the aimless chatter In the casual fall Of idle words Spent To keep misery at bay
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