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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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Fading From the crimson glare of their taillights Shuttering, at each oncoming flash That evades my trail Marooned, to the deepest shadows of a forest Friends sympathize Then swerve out of sight The chorus of the road Is a lifeline for the mind That is gradually sunken Into nightfall and chaos Soon few lights will…
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Eager for the crash I ache for the rush of peril For the embers of a truth revealed Spare me of the wait For the honest uproar of flames Spare me, of the long silent hours of worry Let these moments quake With the evils I await I have had my fill Of writhing in…
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The soaring grandeur of today Is like an ill-fitting garb That squeezes the air from my lungs In the soft morning light I bear the pained faces of death Groaning through the clarity And bright-eyed promises How can I belong To the encircling beauty When a mire is rising from within?
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As friends had forewarned I swelled with unearned delight Boasting from the stars As their heaven-sent judge Shame rules over the wreckage A twisted pyre of victories Left to blaze unknown I locked eyes with a dream Earning nightmarish scowls Dashed upon the truth As friends had forewarned
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