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The holidays mope around Like large villainous clouds Voyaging, to snuff out the sun The pressing deeds of the mind Become slothful worms Being ushered along, by their minuscule needs There is hardly movement In the drawn out moments Of faultless ease When no hour is too late And dreams, grow bold and broad By…
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Some are battling shadows at this hour When the world is still No matter, the scale of its horrors The past, it rumbles and shouts In the most sacred moments When kin, are all woven together Some are taken With their scurrying transgressions When the soul must be tranquil, Joyous and light But something, somewhere…
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When the engine revs to life And the empty road swallows The weeks and the months I will flourish with the joys, of the awestruck past
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The course has changed A wind drags our fears along Beneath snarling heavens In the howl of the deep But we will not be helpless In that ragged tomorrow When our fight is all around In the ireful sea That would gladly consume Our flesh and bones The course has changed But we are not…
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One moment in the eye of the tempest Leaves a few ego’s scattered And writhing in the dirt Some unreel into silence Carved to their peace By the hard plunge of steel At the end of a battle-cry’s fury Many fight on from the grave Clung to their blades To the ceaseless struggle of the…
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Her smile is wide and infectious The draw of lone strangers Who wander and waver in need She’s a generous, ingenious soul The all considering mind With a heart so faithfully consumed with life Love, is ever-present when I speak Her most valiant of names Sicilian, Running hot from my voice Love, is a word…
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The past can erupt all at once In a mile of forest Where monarchies once bled The curves of the land can speak They know travesty well Every path is alive With the hatred of dynasties past And it brews, to a fiery ascent from the grave The familiar refrain of iron and death Spawned,…
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Home is an early grave That welcomes you in And away from the thunderous jeers of mankind It keeps you contained in quiet A false sense of ease That smothers and swelters In a slow, unraveling of time Until no one is needed In those walls and shades That shy away, from the glare of…
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Through to morning I am lost In the twists and the turns of self-reflection Old labyrinths arise In the arc of the sun And I stall in their clutches By the barren and voiceless night When the vault of the past springs open To drain and diminish, the mercy of today
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