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Undone by tribulation Ties are forever frayed Strewn about the hollow earth Drained into the void Where parting words dissolve Loving farewells Bitterly depart Leaving nerves to quiver And warm marrow to freeze We never fully defer In our upward paths Far away from the fallen forms We’ve held dear in their prime The quiet…
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I uproot from the soil My firm and loyal terrain For the clusters above In their timeless refrain Helpless drifting Ensnares my sleep Helpless drifting Coils the bliss I keep For uncharted seas Revered above To be hopelessly enthralled And diligently shoved Mindless soaring Propels my mind Mindless soaring Softens my bind Unplugged and forgotten…
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Embraced by the pines Tinted with frost High upon their thrones Of brisk, mountainous solitude Into the caverns From the hellish slopes beneath I quietly vanish From the turning cogs of old My forgotten role Ages and ails As food for cobwebs So rusted and obscure A long walk Into the breathless hills Was where…
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Let refuge burn So I may roam to my content Far from the solid ground Where I once diligently emerged Faux solace be damned For I crave exhilaration In the depths of my psyche Where the reckless earth Can overtake me My plight of comfort My sheltered being Must be dispatched First and foremost Before…
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Untamed reveries are on the prowl As a rolling vapor That seizes my timid lungs Filled by their mist I succumb to exhaustion To twirl in their madness Marooned once again My heinous spiraling Begins with familiar tribulations In the tame waters Of quaint remorse That spill into the marshes Of unbearable repentance Remembrance coils…
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Flowering distortion Bludgeons me To breathe its angst Into my own boiling marrow The frenzy of words The jumbled reveries Thrash about my skull As the incendiary verses clash The white-hot inferno Lacerates me Again and again As I cry out for more I rear back With throbbing eardrums Flooding my mind With orchestrated mayhem…
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A mother’s words pursues them From tavern to saloon Beneath the glow of onlookers Sprawled along their wooden shore Midnights glimmer And young lads dash For the arms of no consequence For fleeting stints of passion The midnight’s glimmer Washes the crude ashore Brittle in their garb And vulgar in their tone Their fiddles whimper…
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Who am I to say? What is to unfold What’s kept at bay And deemed too bold I’ve no place to speak For the vast and wrecked And the solid ground they seek Solace belongs In its honest form Certain and full As prosperity storms Who am I to chide? The cloth of their chosen…
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