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When we’ve left our troubles for dead Parting from the mantra That spirals within our heads Scream rejuvenation! Stern with passion Away from the silent niche Of what’s lively and in fashion When we’ve left our sorrows to hang Adrift and restored From the ports that bayed and sang A lumbering welcome Shall creep from…
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I resurface Into the conscious haze With the echoing of kind sentiments Dancing here and there They fluctuate Muttering Garbled and muffled Aligned with a few solid words To court my ragged mind back to sleep Fully submerged I hang close Fastened to the joys of restless dreams The abundant colors Flush out all sorrow…
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The wane of thunder The wither of shell shock Taking flight from the valleys And burrowing into the wooded hillsides Ever slightly Passing from this world So delicately shrinking As the flash and flair Fold and perish Farewell, to the dreary mist of war So cruel to recover Time after time Piled generations Deplore your…
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With fellowship unsheathed I’d comb across her erratic plains Through the roving whirlwinds Of bothersome thought The wrath of violent stirring The scourge of quaint and timid nights Into the fray of fever dreams Laden with mystery and peril With romance beaming, loyal and bright I’d seize her adversaries And coil them to silence Through…
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Into the droning void by night With eyes sewn shut And bound by whirling emptiness The lights afar Strive for me As glittering salvation From the ruin of clouded peril Mist burns away For troves woven in secret Offerings to parched dreamers Long deprived of aspiration From spiraling desolation I emerged among my own To…
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Cardboard illusions Consume my ravaged mind Wandering among the ragged cutouts Of hollow and desolate grey My eyes strain to feel And quiver, painfully discouraged In the hushed company Of vast melancholy Robed in sheets of sprawling silence The reach Of frozen illusions Expand in the sluggish passing of weeks Without expression They toll in…
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What one can hope to transpire Immersed in the glare Of murky tribulation Many nights fall away From the blade of imploration Shaving time fervently In hopes for company To assuage the anguish of the cold Many fly their colors Fastened to desperation In search of the same wandering eyes Longing for the safest place…
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A rolling tragedy Builds and builds Urged forth by momentum In a troublesome wisp Every ounce of worth I could attain Is crushed without mercy In each rustic day swept by I am the caricature Of rolling tragedy With confident footsteps That lead nowhere Comfort wields me For its idle time bidding For a fiendish…
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