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I’m ashamed of these emboldened stripes That constrict my frame Revealing, The immortal pulse of my sins
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How can you raise an army When the flare of your embattled voice Has been beaten into silence? Screaming, from your deepest lows Where few souls bear witness And dare, to entrench themselves How can you breathe the songs Of an awaited uprising When your voice trails away Constantly unanswered?
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I’m the coveted verse Among the chords of a demented love song Destined, to be shattered By a tireless dream
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Cling to your lucky stars To the stripes and banners abroad To the shades you favor Stay true, to the frayed outreach of a nation To the mantra of your distant home Then every fragment of yourself Is sure To fall In place Fill every faultline With the rolling and wondrous tales Of your bave…
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What untimely sorrow will I meet? As I fret for the arrival Of affections returned I fear every pulse in the night Like the cries of death embodied Meant to rob me, of the bloom of her voice I’d stave off the rampage of fate To no avail For a second to bask In love…
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Freedom aches for you Beyond the rhythm of his lies The twists of your maze Won’t stand for long Clear a path to the waves To that heavenly shroud in the north Where your kin all patiently await And leave his ruins to crumble Let him fade into nothing But an age misremembered
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I will run cold through the arteries of this town Divorced from reason As a hollowed out ship Once teaming with purpose I will find a home of sorts In the pitch-black sorrow of the restless Who rove, with the seasons and tides Having earned, the bite of the wind The eons of marching Dulled…
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I’ve fallen Into a tangled mess of verse and rhyme No longer separate From the fables I have borne The more I kick and the more I tussle The tighter they constrict Until rivers of ink Are purged, from my empty sockets I’ve fallen for the coils of this craft Exiled from the sun As…
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Headlines terrorize With creeping barrages And ideals swarm, consume and deceive They spear into the heart of our placid hours Forging the waves Of a slow unraveling Conscripting, our precious thoughts They will turn them loose on the guns So entrenched in their hate
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Shadows pass over the homeland In fixed formations As a prelude to the storms Of fire and dust
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