Lost

I am lost Lost in things other than myself I lost myself in wholes Which were rabbit holes I had dug for myself I consorted with spirits I believed were kindred Alas They were neither kind nor red I am lost In the labyrinth of my mind Escaping the minotaur of my thoughts Crawling on […]

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Did you know This was the last time you were going to hear my voice Husky and passionate and serenading you Did you know This was the last time we lay side by side Your hand against my cheek Breathing in my scent Did you know That the door you shut on me was the […]

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Grey A love child born out of wedlock to Absolutes Amoral and neutral An inert mixture Of Thoughts and desires and norms and principles and knowledge of good and evil A potpourri of logic and opinion Jostling for relevance An adjucation of light and dark An anti-hero A maledictory protagonist With a sword of justice […]

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Icons are nifty little things aren’t they? Doorways to entire worlds Statements of belief Simply A manifestation of a will to connect Now here’s what happens at the tap of an icon At the tap of an icon Empires rise and fall Civilizations racing to a pinnacle and tumbling down like a dropped ball Changing […]

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The orphan boy Who had no one to look up to Used his own spirit as a buoy He forged his own path in the fierce undertow Of the current of same The orphan boy Who did not belong Did not long To be like his fathers before him To hang onto their coattails A […]

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November 14 (Explicit)

I have a message that needs to be sent To the living dead Who are alive and well To the ghosts fleeting Moonwalking through hallucinations and driving me into delusion To love songs and heartbreak A deadly cocktail To getting drunk on dreams and waterboarded back into reality To October 24 and 31 And the […]

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Memory of the Elephant

I live and die everyday Zombified by your necromancy Movements like a marionette Stiff and jerky Each day is the same as the last Yet I wake up and marvel at the time The days are gradually spinning into yarns of weeks and months Being woven into the great tapestries of years One big picture […]

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