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Like a dam On the verge of ruin Groaning in the swell Of heartache and tribulation Inching close To the sorrowful truth Of unwavering desolation It all rushes forth At fortitude’s quick demise As the foaming currents rage Reveling and thrashing In new found liberation Beneath confession’s might I crumble with haste Undone by frigid…
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The high tide Of restless hearts Lay claim to Parisian roads Stirring beneath The lantern’s glare The glowing guardian For wayward passersby Bonne nuit mes amis Trudge on with caution Gracefully, gallantly, and swift As tavern’s toll Like a Sunday overture Bid farewell And defer To the folds of night
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I evade the falling fragments In the prologue of reveries As I brace for solid ground And the agony I’ll surely meet Shards glitter without care Brazen in their fall Torn from the panes That once cradled their sheen Gaping windows Peer helplessly From above At the sinking spectacle The mindless The wasteful Unraveling And…
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It was merely a falling flicker The dying glimmer I’ll carry each day Striving to be reclaimed By the endless pastures of old Yields only present anguish Unwavering miles of regret The mind must sculpt Its shrine to former years To spin the threads of remorse In each grueling instant Of misty-eyed reeling I have…
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To be pried away From this rotting matter These ailing contours I am cursed to inhabit And to peer outward Stripped of all dismay Shall surely salvage My havoc laden conscience Into the greater opus The bustling span of wilderness I shall be replenished Reaping, the earth’s timeless fables
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The scenic view Has diminished once again Undone by a passing flicker And the final gusts In close pursuit Cradled in desolation I am doomed to conspire To conceive tomorrow’s plains Of vibrant green And meandering veins of blue Shall it come to pass In these infertile moments Shall its roots sprawl in defiance And…
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Beneath snow-capped ranges Upturned and forgotten By daybreak we meet With the same desolate glare I stir unfulfilled As a waning sliver of youth A disheveled wanderer Marooned, to the contours of home Where voices rage Like iron-clad beasts Trading the horrors That fester violently within Words arch hatefully As I wade for hopeful shores…
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Torrential havoc Gushes violently From every sweltering pore Dry words escape Fleeing the loom of inferno As the perils of the mind Stampede beneath my flesh Like frantic refugees Streaming fearfully From the fervid pulse of war With eyes fixed forward I let them take flight As the towering flames Envelope,ravage And rage among the…
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I am the wooden vessel Cleaving the icy current Caught in perpetual veering Bereft Of reason or focus Entranced By the inconstant horizon My purpose arisen From each mist-shroud daybreak Nightfall I diverge In the ocean’s treacherous pull Propelled by wind And the surf’s iron whim Before the immortal rage The merciless span of havoc…
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Savagely carved And minced to uselessness I remain, a souring heap With vitals lumbering Toward the arms of sure decay Beneath the infernal rage Of the high cart wheeling sun My flesh singes away Blistering in the scourge Of my foolish stagnation Paralyzed My existence boils Sprawled hopelessly To endure Submissively and frail No complaints…
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