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A lonely creature content just to be,
Never forgiven betwixt the gold sky—
Aligned with the sun but hexed by degree;
Forever unknown as your thoughts pass by.
The creature of soul awakes in the mind,
Sharpening its teeth with all that you are,
Leaving the courage of your will behind
To raise the lost sins of an anguished scar.
So keep the light hidden and hoard the rain;
Banish the heart that you know could shatter—
Summon the clouds till they smother the pain,
Kick up the wind till all the leaves scatter.
But mystery beckons when times derange—
Allured by the rooms that hide in the strange.
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Allured by the rooms that hide in the strange,
Amassing the questions that make you whole;
Repairing the rift of despair with change
To lessen the lessons and gain control.
But you cannot fool the nature of fate,
And fate will not fool the nature in you—
For only a man can enkindle hate,
And only the hate hides all that is true.
But love is just something taken in stride,
As once upon a spell the night cut through—
Now nothing but wrath is hallowed inside;
Everyone stares—and you know why they do.
Befallen the stars; once honest and free—
As one would see fit to rest with the sea.
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As one would see fit to rest with the sea;
One has been fooled by the bewitching waves.
The lore of the deep conquers all to be—
Swallowed and buried in wicked brine graves.
So turn out the lights and drift into sleep;
Ignore the storm and the crack in the hull—
As the water slowly begins to creep
And fill up the base of your weary skull.
Suddenly waking in plight yet again;
Wringing the blood from your blackening eyes—
Caught in the conundrum of now and then;
Smashing the walls of chaos till it dies.
Washed up ashore on some lost costal range—
Where time after time, you pine for exchange.
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Where time after time, you pine for exchange;
Chanting the mantras of death in reverse—
Praying the planets will not rearrange;
Recoiling in vain at the shaman’s curse.
But oh how the locusts will seize the day
And keep their promise to challenge your worth—
The peace you carved has whittled away;
Rotting in puzzles back into the earth.
Your tongue is too thick to swallow your pride;
Mistakes are no road to knowledge in war.
You’ve tangled your heartstrings to knots inside—
No one is waiting for you anymore.
The birds will not sing and the sun won’t set—
These fields that you lie in—seethe with regret.
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These fields that you lie in—seethe with regret,
And bloom like wicked black holes laced in fire,
With flowers in the scent of pristine threat—
As the jackals of truth howl in the choir.
The spines of angels will crumble to dust
When you writhe behind in a trail of snot,
Slithering back down the pillars of rust—
To nestle yourself in a nest of rot.
The tail of the dragon whips in disgust—
Eternity cracks and the moon is struck,
You snapped your link in the circle of trust—
The bell doth toll for your lingering luck.
The key is no help—There’s nowhere to hide,
These doors only lock from the other side.
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These doors only lock from the other side,
And you’ve welded the windows shut with sin—
Your repentance request has been denied,
For nothing but guilt and shame can crawl in.
To peel the secrets right off of your bones,
To string up your poise and hang you in doubt,
To bury your patience in sticks and stones!
To rip all the roots of your sordid soul out!
Memories melting in lysergic hell;
Spinning in a world of cinder and sludge;
Wishes erupting back out of the well—
Realizing in horror that you’re the judge!
Innocence has paid its last fatal debt,
If only the light had shone to forget.
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If only the light had shone to forget—
And the mist of grace had taken your place,
This battle would not be within you yet,
For the steps of god would be there to trace.
The water would glisten—The sky alight—
Beauty and splendor would dance through the air,
However, the glare of failure and spite
Cast a haze of pain over everywhere.
Now shadow has lain upon the unknown,
Your endless karma is riddled with hives—
Nature will always return for its own;
Tragedy will plague your next thousand lives.
In the days of yore—before solace died—
The moon may have spurned to play with the tide.
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The moon may have spurned to play with the tide;
Owed to the quarrels amid space and time—
For the maelstrom of hail is amplified
By the blade of ire in a mind of grime.
This sheath of flesh is decrepit and black,
The stitches in your mask of strength decay—
Your wish will ascend and never come back;
As the vultures of naught circle their prey.
To snuff out the delicate flame of ease
With a blustery gust of restless breath—
To gaze in the weary eyes of disease,
And fall in love with pestilence and death.
Reveries may sigh—and silence may fall—
But nevertheless, the chamber will call.
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But nevertheless, the chamber will call,
The guile of demise will tickle your chin—
An alluring scent, but rueful withal,
Will cunningly creep right under your skin.
Dragging you back to the daemons confined
Within the prison of your dismal nerve—
The minds of men have been greatly maligned
By nothing more than the hunger they serve.
The chain of logic has pulled from its post
To evanesce through a blanket of waste,
Reality fails to tether the ghost—
As echoes of you ruminate in haste.
The incessant void will swiftly prevail;
The aether of now is wretched and frail.
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The aether of now is wretched and frail;
Venomous backwash poisons the water—
Hornets swarm thick and the flowers grow pale;
Nothing survives this garden of slaughter.
Mosquitos emerge from your stagnant tears
To suck the last drops of scum from your blood—
The maggots of fear that you’ve raised for years
Are bursting like blisters of piss and mud.
A hologram of hope gleams on the wing;
A mirage of love settles in your hand—
For somewhere elsewhere exists the real thing,
But sadly, these things—you don’t understand.
As you turn your beaten brow to the wall—
Both Heaven and Hell standby to befall.
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Both Heaven and Hell standby to befall;
Patiently honing their claws on your fret—
You disappear in the grip of it all;
Dusting the static from your silhouette.
Entranced in a maze of mirrors and smoke,
Trying to escape as your eyes go numb—
Only to see your reflections and choke
On your broken vows and what you’ve become.
Your crimson stain on the canvas of fate
Cannot be veiled with a beautiful frame—
For the picture you once wished to create
Has been abandoned in a sea of blame.
To give up the anchor or hoist the sail—
For this shall renew your heart—either trail.
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For this shall renew your heart—either trail—
But Heaven only knows Hell hath thine heart.
And though—your evil pheromones are stale—
They’ll tear your shallow sentiment apart.
Your plea for a chance—is of no use now,
The path has been cleared of briar and brush—
The arrows of light that you disavow
Could return to send you a gentle hush.
Will the dander of torment deliquesce
With the sudden hand of eternal rest?—
Will the agony cease—if you confess
To a holy bullet the gods have blessed?—
These dubious questions will reign no more!
So, scatter blackbirds! And behold the door!
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So, scatter blackbirds! And behold the door!
The distance appears in your shaky palm,
Every dimension explodes from your core—
Quaking serenity—nervous and calm.
Cold windswept destiny from root to crown;
Plucked from the treacherous orchid of vice—
To cross the line into lawless meltdown,
Setting ethics afire while shrouded in ice.
At the crest of one final wave of stress;
As your molten pupils thaw into mire—
The chrysalis of query screams progress
For hopes of relief in the bowels of dire.
Dashing the nightmares and dreams you adore,
As nothingness splatters across the floor.
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As nothingness splatters across the floor,
And depravity seeps between the boards—
Peace slowly climbs out from the nevermore
As you praise the new light you drift towards.
Returning to the fractal of always;
The In-between holds a vexing review:
To reap the immortal bones of malaise
And repeat everything you just went through.
Again and again—as long as it takes,
All the while cracking, kicking and screaming,
Until you learn from all of the mistakes
You make in the skeins of hell you’re dreaming.
Forever sifting through lives of debris;
A lonely creature content just to be.
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