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Time is to be savored Accented, with sparse pinches of joy And served, Upon the gilded platter of your choosing I became, a stranger among the elements Serenaded by a host of wailing goslings With rosebud fragrances, wafting around and above How I crave to remain motionless As a prisoner, exiled to natural comforts To…
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Things are falling apart over here, and i may not be online for an extended period of time. I’m not sure how long, but it could be quite a while.. I appreciate and love you all and i hope this situation somehow blows over. I cant really say what it is, but i really don’t…
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The incendiaries of mundane living All burst into life maniacally! Cackling as I trudge slow, Their incessant droning, stalking my every move I weld my eyes shut Clinging to composure for dear life Afloat for the while My hunger expands and contracts Shackled to maddening fluctuation Causing my skin to throb, riddled with anticipation The…
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When the rivers run dry Dreary and silent The horror prevails Far and wide! The nights begin to stale Crawling and ailing Sluggishly creeping Toward sinful daybreak When words are bone dry Brittle and failing And with footsteps aligned With providence on high Steel yourselves, For your troubles are now clear! Steel yourselves, Your troubles…
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Acoustic savior Won’t you carry me for a while? Through the dwindling lights That yield the sky to harrowing frights Strum away As I wither for slumber In service of bliss, opulence and plunder Salvage this mind In this moment, so gratefully confined
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Father, I must speak As the peace I’ve held, has reached its peak The boy I was, is thought to have strayed But in your blood he has always stayed I cannot hold For this heart of mine, grows certain and bold Shackled to manhood I must confess The façade I’ve grown, was far from…
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What I would spare For those scarce and sporadic smiles Our sparse and fleeting glances Our few visions into the unknown I crave our sluggish efforts The notion to look away When wonder is sought Back and forth, as we turn and grin How the angst in me strives For those squandered days When the…
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Precision and focus She slaves atop her kit Rattling under the haze of the saxophone’s fit It wafts with ease Through the crowd to appease Crawling into the alley so everyone may see Devotion Births her erratic percussion Forever locked, within a bassists baritone discussion His eyes long fallen shut All so the wild dresses…
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I strain to appear alive To appease my closest kin I move what is left within my control My exuberance fleeting and all too soon spent Straining to look vibrant! Yet I tilt at the whim of death Shifting, as the earth pulls away Tearing aimlessly into a newborn day Straining to hold… As acceptance…
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