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My plentiful well of words Was spoiled in the night Now I stagger into morning, In a sickly daze Stubbornly I wade, Only slowing to a crawl As this rotgut burns And foams in my stomach My infinite well Will force me to ramble Until the day That I slur my last words To a…
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Ashes to ashes The past just flames and crumbles To a mountainous pile Of centuries lost Tomorrow is revealed, Piece by piece Scrawled into existence The further I stray The present expands As it burns away Whether I remain still Or I dash on in fear
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An entire era of fortune Has slipped beneath the waves Rising on its stern, Ruptured and groaning On a shadowy descent I only caught a glimpse In the pale morning light, Swimming to its port side After the waves rushed the breach My struggle was in vain, I was meant for the shallows To live…
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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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