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Mirth
01:57
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Golden Jubilee
08:45
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toothed memories bore deep within
to savor the moments of the life-long unrequited
incised and cursed, haunting the very core
for what have I wrought this heart?
where élan falls before the breath
weathered and lost to the loom of apogee
assiduous time, garrote to our youth
sincerity consigned to modernity
with abated joy
a waning far too compelling
to favor the moments of the life-long unrequited
incised and cursed, haunting the very core
weathered and lost to the loom of apogee
assiduous time, garrote to our youth
for what have I wrought this heart?
where élan falls before the breath
this sadness promising golden jubilee
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3. |
Among the City-Plights
06:18
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a circular buzzing sound of excess
wistful bodies surrounded by concrete
a pervasive pleasurable pain
the pangs of a creature polluted by light
soulless pillars, towering over me
I sink into lifeless obscurity
as electrics hum and shine
in the oppressive black, for which I resign
from demeaning, nauseating life
to dreaming, horrifying misery
ubiquitous animals rife with anxiety
medicate the symptoms, don’t disturb causality
fertile desolation, repetitive melancholy
lavishly detrimental, writhing insanity
a fleeting flash of city light
illuminates solemn faces
of the weary ones’ city plights
an un-nameable feeling evoked in me
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4. |
Blood Trauma Serene
07:43
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Robust torrents in the distance
with a constant violence against rock walls
the ambient feeling of calm permeates all of me
I breathe within the cascade as it removes me from myself
yet, its stillness is upended by a single leaf’s descent
slicing my eye-line and waking my dread
The trees mostly barren now
relinquish the sun and lingering familial grief
The earth smothered with foliage
petty thoughts sinking just as deep
for what could have tarnished such lineage?
I turn away from the deluge and follow the pathway home
alone…
sudden twinge of darksome thought about my brother
for which my condoling spirit capitulates
but must reform to overpower myself again
and the trees, as naked as they are
betray the whispering winds
as I’m swathed by a funnel of foliage
I’ve turned from the path
to cliff’s edge
to restful freedom
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eyes ascend to the dead channel upon the screen
she said, "it's cloudy" - in the stasis of forbidden dreams
I’ve never seen the sunset, nor in this regard a shadow’s threat
can’t tell if this is artifice
but seems to be the nature for which we toil
murky feeling mimicry, spreads like disease
are we already below the soil?
what's there to honor in the crux of humanity
undress this grace, un-seed this sanctity
to spring forth from this reverie
she comes to me free of fancy
the jewel she holds razed to rot
splayed its marrow to unveil all is naught
and so, its repellent truth laid bare
behold the god-fearing mass in wide-eyed stare
there is clicking on the ground from endless teeth
amongst the gore and under weeping laurel wreath
in reverie, repeatedly
there's a certain permanence to the child in her
the fog wavers
a world unburdened by this grievous path
clawing one's way from nebulous emotion
twining her demeanor is an augmented chagrin
at the blooming murk and endless bray of time
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6. |
Healing Spears
07:14
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pulsating senses, tousled hair
her body quivers in orgasmic flow
violence erupts in the streets
eyes mystified, to see the skin
through hues of red
human shreds
what did I witness?
What have I seen?
the desolation of virginity
siren song
screaming lights
just need to get by
to probe the night with healing spears
how many dead?
how many have died?
sing that song of urban decay
notwithstanding the terror from within
thrusting, thirsting, until we're finished
and the duress dissipates with the smoke
you can leave now
but…
“hold me”
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Wilt-Shine
07:28
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Oh, how these spires claw azure
their design so beautiful, polished, gleaming
yet the underbelly is crusted in dried blood
at which they chip away
flaking and softening with a monotonous rain
I can see, can feel, how it obscures
the undue thorns of the manacled
Not to be absolved of torment
But to merely bury the scars
so, this appearance may shine and shine it does
Starry-eyed staring beyond the sickness
Casting doubt aside to live undignified
Forever framed by somber woe and disgust
for (our) crushing weakness
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