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Never Fed up

Forge through bullshit

With daggering spikes

Uphill and more

And not a slip make

 

So possible it must be attempted

 

Dragging it onward

And don't forget

To bring yourself

Up and forth and feeling the strength

That once was denied

 

THINK OF IT NOT TOO FOOLISHLY OFTEN

 

Surround it and kill it and feel it release

For it can't have you or me

Because I forbid it

He said with his blankly drawn face so scorched with time

belies not

under thought

here is taught

 

Wrap it up tight and out to the hole

Smash it and stomp it and make it unwhole

Think of it now and think of it then

Then fight it and fight it and fight it again

 

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An older one, if I may--'94

 

I sit right here and think of them

I sit here in the sun

 

I'm here, right here, and missing those

Those days are far and near and done

 

I seem to be a wayward one

Alone to go to be alone

Sometimes thoughts of solitude

Are naught, for as I see, I'm home

 

My heart, she rides, along with me

Or what is left to call my own

For portions shared and given free

Are joined in yours to make them whole

 

So realize that yours, in turn

All of you, inside, you burn

So WONDERFULLY warm in me

To cause my tears to rise, to be

 

A coursing joy to wet my face

and leave me sitting in this place

(So) close and yet so far removed

(From) to and from my love in you.

 

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So lonely

and continually denying

Yearning for the urge to

open blinded eyes

 

Unable to

finish the dream

Or perhaps unable to

start so many seemingly

pleasant avenues

Branching left and down

and down

Fooling The Fool with yet another distraction

 

Who doesn't hear the tales of open honesty*

Who doesn't see the battles of victory on defeat*

 

Clouded my vision

Strained my smile

Buried under stale denial

 

This picture gets scattered, lost on the wind

This whole to dissection, mired in sin

 

--turning left on the path, while the straight carries on narrow

--for my eyes trod underfoot, at the start of this path

 

Littered with shadows

 

So lonely

 

This thirst of desperation

Glasses fall smashing--Draining the cool, liquid of

my fingerprints

Bloody smudges on a shard of what is not to be mine

 

Eyes lost in contact

Mine own cast away

For you see you may see

That which I cannot watch at all

For I see I may see

That slip into my endless fall

 

So lonely

 

Crying and laughing are

nothing

but the strangest of sounds

 

But I'm not sure I even recall

 

I must leave

my path which stops short at the edge

My timely arrival

So timely timed

I find myself lost again

I don't find myself

 

So fucking lonely

 

*=Inspired by T.G.Warrior

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Spur of the Moment Rhyme

 

 

Here lies post 879

If someone posts first,

I like cheese with my whine

Of which I will undoubtedly do

For I write this ode, with thoughts of you

 

I came to speak

You came to read

We traded sides

We plant the seed

 

I test the wind, the ear, the air

For I am he, Donjuandevulgair!