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How far must I journey Through the careless spiral of years Until I bear, but skin and bone? Until a stern chill Conquers my powdery remnants? When nothing more is uttered In the flawless sheen of eternity Defer, full and content Unscathed, untroubled By a clean and painless escape The offerings I reap Are but…
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Celestial heirlooms Are a faithful glimmer Far from the havoc Of our careless reach The nightly ghouls Fixed in time Peer stoically From the cold refuge of dark I fawn hopelessly Driven mad with hunger For the extent of their majesty To cleave a romance Known by too few Soaring without effort Untouched and drained…
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The scowl of nightmares Paint a mural of havoc Across desolate ceilings That mirror inner panic They expand from above Scaling down in streams of black Growing in fortitude As they drown The flicker of windowpanes From running streaks They conspire to coil To ensnare my rest To strangle my passionate resolve The pulse of…
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Life and times Of the starved and striving Earnest fools Who deplore the art of thriving They care not For the honest fields The finely tuned pastures And the promise they yield From upturned squalor They stalk the opportune Propelled by high hopes And a proud, joyous tune Life and times Of the boastful and…
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Mist-shroud isles Become my daily treasure From beyond these homely hills Where I earnestly peer As time sheds away Fallen away Like cold hail stones Eternally lost With the restless tide I implore to scale Those distant slopes That pierce the haze With staunch defiance Banished from the care Of familiar coasts The thoughtless flicker…
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I tend to the plumes Of coffee pots To the high noon cries Of scalded kettles Days fall away Like tainted prose Consigned to waste Depleted and hollow Like half-hearted sonnets In a journal’s fold Languishing through the years Unlovable and obscene All I have Are rail-thin fables Feeble offerings To the massive void To…
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The lost warmth Of her bare skin Taunts my frontal lobe Until holding back Becomes sheer torment Coasting carefree Along sunbathed And serene shores Fuels my current frame To jet far away From the curse of memory Perished angst Is buried in the embers Of the daily toil On and on To and fro Until…
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