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Until every word is spent Madly delivered, in manic disarray They yield to no form No couth, no glamor! Plummeting, in sheets of erratic beauty Pubs lift their mugs To this maestro of stanza For liberation births By the words of a mystic son Pubs thrash and rave Careless with cheery purpose Hoisting, their cherished…
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Beneath the calm of rolling silver We swell at the might of soaring deliverance As they pummel eastward Maiming the roads Carving, its fiery and murderous path Hail to salvos That pummel the wicked Its footprints marring the hellish front Through grizzly craters we skewer their sons As asked before And the many weeks past…
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And I am displaced Tossed about Communing with the rouge Fragments and splinters Jumbled among the shards Are my immediate concerns Meshed with tomorrow And mangled by yesterday The calm finally rests As my tired limbs pace the labyrinth The hallow ruin I cherish That juts sharply into the vacant nightfall Through the hours they…
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We once delve into the river of headlights Lovingly Assured And bereft of all fear We cared not for the tolerant morrow For today, tonight They thrive as our pride and joy We believed In the tender promise of light Deliverance Resilient and always certain! Yet callous fate Has pried us from safety Hurled upon…
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Walls of alabaster did not remain As I slipped through their hold Dashing, brazen and bold Finger picked lullabies Fluttered through the breeze With wholeness renewed, and blanketed with ease Canopies of blue squander my time As my eyes widen, dart and roam Drawn by muses of far gone poems Feather light days became my…
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In time We’ll mend the ravines Sew our gash by any means! Here’s to the multitude, unfazed by tone The wiser many, with greatness to hone For the other is our own Their likeness not shown Its dwells at the edge of each deathly groan It arises and blooms with each loving moan And blossoms…
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A lowly fate Descends upon my entirety Constricting my arms and legs And ushering a waltz To its gradual, and melancholic tune The life around me sputters Each day more deafening than the last I unknowingly rush for the final gasp And collide with a harsh reality Bold, honest and new It was a fate…
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It is not yet our time To wither with the ages Torn to be alone As waning halves Our true demise Is far from us A phantom in the dark Swift and cold We’ll embrace through it all Coiled to brave the end Wise in our years And kept in our ailing frames Those crumbling…
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Around this time last year i was overcome with a sense of hopelessness. Every single day i had major panic attacks, loss of appetite, and an eroding will to live. The only thing that seemed to give me any peace of mind was poetry. So for the entire summer of 2012 i wrote and by…
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