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The scourge of promise Scales the walls of my conscience Ushered to repent With meek resolve I cower and vent I rave in torrents Gushing my barred disdain With mountainous veins Agitated and throbbing A veil of rage For the obscured fit of sobbing I shy away From earnest wants Primal needs And all honest…
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I reveled in the soothing crash Of out-stretched emerald waters Raised to their prime At the slow swarm of dusk Gently troubled As souls came and went The swarm expanded And droves piled in From all distinct Marvelous walks of life Meshed arrays Overtook the wooded planks Drinking in the cool Atlantic wisps Far gone…
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Is it ever enough? A staggering inquiry That loops the confines Of my cracked and battered skull A thought that feeds My jagged meanderings Stripped of all goals Abandoned by upright purpose Cold and intelligible They plummet like orange bushels Caught up in autumn’s primal reign Frigid and crisps Dead, dormant and morose Night by…
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Insecurity billows In high stacks far and wide Soaring to commune In thieving droves Burdening the lowly lands With darkness and suffocation Aspirations starve While plots decay and wilt And Malice soars on To graze the helpless sky Lost Within a constant embrace Of whatever schemes Sure to arise The depleted tread In aimless sorrow…
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Severed ties Are a fresh faced plight Reared among my callous moments Enamored by angst and trivial spite Where has she gone? And what have I done? A daily refrain Growing mournful With each hour dispatched I strain with all my might To vanquish her returning thoughts Her emerging reveries That jolt me to life…
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A few stir But many more lie still Marooned inside their warped reveries Exiled by the drunken tides And grandiose plumes, of high elation Few hobble on Beneath the roving fog Far from the glorious glow of dawn As starlight still pierces Their low and hazy canopies of grey A calm distortion Slowly grinds from…
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With only myself to engage My thoughts disperse And stray in chaotic musings I confess among myself Bereft of rhyme or reason Frothing my honest wishes The desires I cherish And seek in patches of sorrow Where I cannot be found I emancipate my dreams Letting them be known To mute isolation The comforting dormancy…
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I cannot speak For i cannot fathom Nor conjure good verse As i grow frail and hoarse My limbs fall numb And the spark within me dulls As I crumble beneath The troubled and tormenting current The ascending peril That permeates from the souls I’ve silently revered And treasured for so long I kneel at…
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Crimson embers Colored the evening sky Below the falling sliver of sunlight Where roving death plots and conspires Structures spewed flame At the arriving gusts of war When the shells carved their jagged paths And young men Swarmed with fiendish elation The ambient glow Larked for miles In the sparse, distant rattling As the salvo’s…
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