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Bury the long dead past let bridges burn behind 

Bounty what life holds be cherished full in kind

Nothing stays forever in  rapid passing of time 

There still be choices to relive your lost prime.

At the end somewhere will be a beckoning light 

Ridding built up solitude to future  shining bright

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Each day, more exhausting than the last.

Time goes far too slowly, or too fast.

you're either extremely low, or elevated.

People either love you, or you're hated.

There is no middle ground

- no inbetween.

Everything is one extreme.

you're either Jekyll or you're Hyde.

It is a never ending fight.

You're a walking contradiction ,

With no explanation,

No cha...

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The times may change

Certainty may become uncertainty 

The intended may become the unintended 

Your beauty always remains.

The times may change

Invention may become folly

The creator may become the destroyer.

Your beauty always remains.

The times may change

Healing may become the disease 

The gift may become the poison 

Your beauty always remains.

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sighing gaze, relief
up in the sky, floating high
a day's toil and turmoil
now swallowed up, entire
each breath smooth and free
there's even not enough moon
for it to really be blue

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new year, new me

new year, same old shit, same broken me.

the games they play will never change

the lies they tell will only grow in numbers

and every one

will erode at my happiness

and reduce what could have been mountains

down to only dirt.

i am broken

shattered

irrepairable 

destroyed.

i used to be

i try to be

so kind

and compassi...

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I am my own best friend, 
me and my burning pen. 
Together alone 
through everything 
we have been,
my papermate and I 
find myself, I lose my way,  
I lose myself, I find my way, 
I come back around again 
then square I go, 
alone.

Cut the nose, spite the face, 
I got pride, I got space, 
not a number, not a mistake. 
Slave never 
a sheep black as me 
so black I am the light, 
pu...

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On Tweseldown 

quiet fills the bracken air

heavy horses graze 

once burnished cannons rust

fiery barrels muffled 

with thick crimean fur

that hurled ten thousand epitaphs 

and turned young men to dust 

The gorse is firm and unimpressed 

by leather boot or track

the subalterns who charged here 

are never coming back

they disappeared in flashes...

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How many times can one person be reinvented

I have run from myself so many times

I have fled from who I am

in order to be someone better

But always I fall short

Always I fail

Always I become someone changed but still the same

Always I leave behind the good

And carry with me the bad

I flee from the things I hate

Like a bat out of hell

I try to outrun the parts of my...

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The truth to out

requires a spout,

not necessarily 

with a shout.

But tempered words

chosen tools,

planted, heard,

for Kings and Fools.

From tiny seeds

great forests grow,

so I will speak

the truth I know.

And heed you well 

who wish me hushed,

for it’s your voice

that will be crushed.

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You are the sunshine on a cloudy day, 
the bright blue sky breaking through 
a rainy afternoon.
The only star in my night sky, 
illuminating dreams long lost to me.

I'd swim in your ocean 
for all of eternity 
and be twice as free 
as I ever could have perceived.

My mind doesn't wander 
at the sound of your voice. 
I feel calm. 
I feel peace. 
I feel at ease. 
I think you're swee...

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A cacophony of sound beats around 
inside my brain, deafening drops.

Sunday misery breaking the silence 
of yesterdays. Rainy Mondays, 
no hope for tomorrows.

We come and go. We come and go
when the floodgates of pain are open. 

Forgiveness closes doors 
left ajar in anger. 
Time moves forward, 
changes are subtle, 
inevitable. 

Hope does damage to the living dead. 

Alone in...

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He scratched his temple
And peeled off his eyes
Reveaing his sockets,
Dark, unfathomable.
I held my breath
I was scared to death
"Please put them back", said I.
"Why?
They were fake."

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The mob, elites, journalists
As well as poets like I
To our environment-unfriendly bent
Turning a blind eye
Also tardy in asking  "Why
We strip of mother nature's green mantle,
While to maintain the statuesque
It gets locked in a sever battle?"
Equally not checking overgrazing,
We allowed fertile soil and sand
Amok,wild floods ride
To a close by touristic lake,
Whose mouth an expansion
...

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He left 

He left behind his broken wife and his scared son

He left

He left us cold, all alone with no one 

He left

The vows, they meant nothing 

The promises, broken 

I just wish we meant something 

More than just empty words spoken 

I cried for days at a time 

My young son wiped every tear 

Leaving us was a crime 

And now, it's been 1 year 

An...

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Lost my way in the sun,
got lost in my oblivion,
wandered through the maze
inside my brain
found my way
back again.

I broke the wires
back there,
hollow,
low
but I make them pure,
free
gold like a river
I flow.

I let it go,
my hope
floats.

My yellow brick road
will take me home
to the silver blue,
my pure, my sweet,
my golden fire moon.

I fell in lust,
the ego owned ...

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Woodland floors are changing now

as leafed tears drop

and fall from bough,

with all that’s been

to pass somehow,

if only for a season.

The air now chills

to frosted days,

as lovers wend

their separate ways

from pledges made,

they part not giving reason.

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Why does this world try to make me insane?
So much hate, to much anger and pain.

How can this world possibly heal?
When we don't even care how our fellow humans feel.

All these campaigns to stop smoking and drinking,
Why not campaign to stop hurting , start thinking.

Inside this huge universe we share such a small world,
Please human beings, stand up, be bold.

Smile at strangers an...

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I think that I was born on the moon.

But it was never ‘written in the stars’,

No,

I think that when I landed here on earth,

My voice was left behind

Because you can’t hear me.

When I talk,

You can’t hear me,

You look up to God for answers...

And you kiss me like your investigating the saliva for my heritage,

You go inside me like your searching for my identity,

Bec...

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i watch it all change and i sit back here like a child watching his parents argue across the dinner table not understanding a word waiting for it to change back or change into fireworks and butterflies but i don't know if it will. Because... It's all moved on, everything moves into and out of decay the circle of life is an ouroborus much bigger than i thought it spa...

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Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.

Bellow whole-heartedly,
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.

Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
...

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Whatever remains

The sense of me

Leaves are slain

From an autumn tree

They shed away

From my reach

What was okay

Now obsolete

My form elapses

Moments, they leave

I battle for a map

But I cannot compete

I am nothing more now but montivagant

An older version of myself a monument

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I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I s...

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If only they could see your beauty,

If only they could see your worth, 

If only they could understand that,

South Carolina is the loveliest state on Earth. 

If only they could appreciate you,

And everything you will ever do,

From giving them a home forever,

Or even just a helping hand or two.

There is not one thing I would do to change you,

Or alter you in any ...

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the day i fell for you, i know i will never forget..

well it was more of a weekend but still time well spent. ⌚

i had no one around, but you were always there..

it made me depend on you, because i knew you really cared.. 

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Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,

Anguish engulfs lost and last,

Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,

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Flicked  flickering sand slices slashes

Pain and anguish portrude pen to paper

Releasing resting relief from crooked corner

Creation creates creativity

Crusty cankers and  cracked crevices

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Metamorphosis mends mistaken misfortunes

Traumatic tyranny transitions into timid tranquility

 Backwards Glances shattered broken ballice

Forward movements free flowing fallacies

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As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.

The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.

As I gaze into the vast emptiness
The dawning...

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FIRST STEP

All we can do makes no difference
All that we see makes it worse
All that we feel is more pain
All that we say is useless
All that we are is dust
All that we want is
Impossible unless
We take the
First step.

INSIDE OUT

I know that I loved you,
And more than a little,
But now you are gone.

I feel...

Too heartless to beat,
Too lonely to need,
Too empty to c...

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this autumn morning

winter’s aperitif

is served on the rocks

shaken and stirring

come downpour now

unleash your jotting scribe and

cast the showery runes of fables untried

forge scripts along our droughty lanes

of songs for all that yet remain

or wash away those pages brown,

whelm witness to our temporal sway

we’ll listen to the eager eart...

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STONE

Cold to the touch and as old as time itself, the eons fall by the wayside as the dawns come and go just like rain falling from the sky.

Just now like before things are changing, constantly, forever more.

Nothing stays the same – even the rocks and stones are worn away,

ground away until only sand remains.

Time defeats everything from the dinosaurs to the ic...

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con·serv·a·tive

[kuhn-sur-vuh-tiv]  

adjective

1.

disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditional ones, 

and to limit change.

Every morning on the TV – It’s just not like what it used to be

Kids these days they’ve got no clue, they RIOT, they’re not POLITE – they don’t appreciate SHITE!

In MY day - i...

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I think we need a civil war,

‘Cos change can never come from petitions,

Whilst politicians don’t even make the decisions.

And it’s not about royalty or roundhead,

It’s more like Malcom X said there’s field slaves,

And those stuck in the house brain dead.

A civil war,

Overthrowing central banks,

Burning Union flags and oil tanks,

Knocking on ...

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A full moon, and the tide swollen by rain;

Rain lashing on the window, wild as rage -

My pen is stirring on the unspoilt page

In scribble circles, feeling round this pain.

Like tunnels leading deeper than my mind,

Or ropes in hopeless tangles, loosely curled,

Sprawling intestines looped around the world

My pen describes; this pain is ill-defined.

The ...

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There's a change going on I can't see;

is the woman in me dying?

I notice the grays and lines appearing

but something other is steering my course,

the stalk of the Reaper draws close.

When the usefulness of my youth is past

will I at last be free

of the three days of madness

when I want to fuck everything

and the unaccountable sadness

wh...

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