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I am destined to slip through their fingers Like fine grains of sand, Taken up by any breeze Before honestly grasped I will fall through their claws; Rushing to rejoin The rolling sand-drifts Of the wasted and flawed
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To be envied while flying high Universally despised, While karma lurks throughout me, Answering the prayers Of wayward friends I foolishly indulge In these sickly daydreams When I’m pinned beneath the treads Of these villainous times I indulge in these reveries; Thrashing in the deep As the waves reach high To claim me as their…
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Is this a dream? Just a fleeting stroll Along a misty shore? Just a fevered slumber In the eye of a storm? Then I won’t part ways With this comforting haze Delirious and numb To the daily swarm
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His pulse is always faithful and sure An unwavering drum Raging, in the eye Of a flesh-mincing battle Fear only launches him forward His tempo quickens Beneath the downpour of flaming arrows His fears are alive Commanding him: “forward” As he carves through the swarms Of his raving foes In spite of his wounds Slowly…
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All falls silent inside After a senseless struggle, Uphill into a storm I’m dragged full circle into daylight Again and again As a hunger, Burns its way out
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A stranger Waits for me in the north; Unraveled To her truest form We speak unsweetened, In winding ribbons of ink Stretched over The ranges of our past We speak unafraid Exchanged as we are, Minced and raw, But doomed to be freed From this sultry spell
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An interlude softly chimes In the back of my mind Its melody Nudging me Along Through the day An interlude In the heart of a lifelong war; Such fragile hours I am meant to safeguard This melody Is a tireless cyclone It spirals throughout me, Coloring Today’s blank slate
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Save him From the evils he’s spawned From the claws of the beast Soon to scratch at his door Save the long-lost hero Who fights in his shadow; Betrayed and diminished, Left to fester and rot Sever the rope Tied and taut Wound around his burning throat By his own scheming hands Let him fall…
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I will do what I can With the few rusted nails I have; Boarding up an old life Until the draft dissipates I will do what I can, Undaunted and mad Forever chased by the past I will do what I must Amid the jeers of the wind, Enduring its shrapnel; Flying for me, Deranged…
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Once mighty and boastful words Have been cooked rail-thin; Left searing and babbling Under a tyrannous sun They ramble to a wisp, Withering slowly Into grayed out theories I’ll soon bury in black
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