Some par, taken off wind fourth send whence
th' moss lie moss lies in end...
sort for tithe lift rhyme fort men side lines lines lines finding
-s inside
-s ruptured. Cut, drain,
flushed.
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Packed neatly now, survival's kindly
bowing out
resurfaced shames now full-fledged fear
lest we go back,
Found objects for the toying with
Thru sharpened ends of which part meant
I have to shut out all these men
Their piercing glares, dehumanized stares
Led to force a "don't bother you"
As motors run more clatters rung
out, darkened skies
while faggots fry those rich folk chomp
down on our flesh
now second best to sour grapes please seal our fate!
Finalized weight. The crushing thought of "it's too late"
While cities burn stones perturbed
trains of conscious
mowed short
Narratives, no second winds while
Smoke belows so burn the sowed fields, drag the load.
They made our cage with velvet walls
so cozy there, with lack of care
so humans die our records bared
while doubt restored mess for the molds
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Bury the hatch as they shove away hands
and while some grab for power still more to
be fed
Still more being stillborn in this vacuum of care
To then ursurp the model of being, beware
This essentialist droll it's still gathering folks
to obey and whittle and bury our thoughts
To forgo our power of governing self
to wash away blood conveniently spilled
For green tinder to wipe up, mere pennies to rust
While faultering misuse, those grubbing hands washed
By funeral men while they stack up thier wins
Betting on entrails from suffered now sins
Defined by these laws the gaping of jaws
Clenched shuttered museums how they catalog
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Nonwithstanding, as it were
Keeping, breaking this great
score. Scorched, the reason? Plucked,
creation from the source
Infinite flesh for better works. We are fed, dying
foods. Bleeding entrails, body words.
Suffering in failsafes, we're taking off no weight, the game
that we all play, humanity's scourge. These flames that we've forged.
Now shuffled off swords, and pen, now word. Without it neglected
, now memory's a foriegn
concept at best, though
some pass the test. Of cages they lack
and now backs turnt and bent.
Carry the weight
Lift up your jaw
Work now to do, loud and beckoning calls
From soil soon barren,
from streets not too far,
the enemies damage
can't last all that long
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she lies just as fragile, like fragments of shell aligned as well
perfectly strewn about this mess ; contested, distressed “what purpose serve this?”
a thimble-size contents amiss, as the drift aparts sins of which magnitude surpassed
mere wished existances
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iambic stressors rarely kept
under wraps dutifully,
it doesn't matter...
screams a voice familiarly
close in quarters
But how loved is
the unseperable
as stepping in & out
of view
negating the stairways
to uncover insecurities
Reminding as such
that all is with
and without,
calm despite it.
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A flat room
Many closed doors with laughter behind
others immense hurt
(or, the gamut of human emotion, nonwithstanding)
Only some doors open
Only to shut in time
Fleeting realities
stared down & summarized
In the view reflecting
this sterile hall.
Continuing it's build w/
weary tools tired
as me.
Holding them before, the
wielding party slowed to crawl
Tools timely tried
to varying degrees of success
of prying some doors,
knowingly unready
Entitlement. It has to end.
We are not born welcome.
Earning entry is it's work.
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I am nihilism incarnate
I am the hairs on which we stand
Swaying in the chemical bonfire..
What's knowingly encapsulated
Inner belongings retrieved from
Long-winded organic passages...
Life less calm. Outside
a bustling natural order
Pecking down to push inwards...
I am nihilism incarnate.
My grave is surrounding
the body that I neglect.
Sol
Summoned sorrowful sun rises
Regretfully subsiding instigatings
Enticements envelope me whole
Normal lives are too slow
Hence half-truths full spoke
Cards turn in control ; warned-
-hacking up lungs drenched in
secondhand worms transferred
Shuffled, disposed. Neglect use
or short worth. Returned,
bumbling nodes uplifted
Reaching for sun rises
The setting gives now peace
for some, winters severance
before long. Balanced natures
belong. Are our hearts quite
as free? Are we following
strong? Past tracks have been
laid, rest ends as sun rises.
Suppose lives are surprises
And no meaning belongs. It's
guises, as arrows pointedly
mark out these vices.
Forgoing the thought to alleviate
kindness. Surprises, that some
seem mindless. When we
have power and gifts of sun rises
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A playful nature past natalist
puritan rituals...
Absolving the family unit.
Mere existence of my energy
Making amends...
to constitute returns to human.
These wallowing paths
avenged while we wept...
Taken in time, the virtue was spent
on righteous endeavors
bumbling nodes.
Right where we meant to,
gardens will grow
On every sideline,
passing those rows,
Are some more people
suppose ; that we
play in the pastures
nest in these nodes.
Become all we can
and surface the woes
and the keep from another,
this distance in droves.
