Inspiration
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Angels Implore
All that is will always be,the past will clearly beat horizon sea,as far as the eyes they can seethere will always be history. The cast die appall it allas celebrities we’ll be on a walleither as suspects others callor in some glorious hall. We can revel in devilish waysthat turn our worlds daysin an endless Continue reading
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For The Sky
The arrow will not past go,in the willow or the snow,where all who live to knowthat life can be fast and slow. The pace the race is not my faceI have no deciding factor erasedo the functions of a functionalperson like myself I’m a disgrace. Ever knowing I am nothaunted by the sly nights skyis Continue reading
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Fire Of The Ire
Based on a defaced place in hastethe sky will imply an eye to spya place you will want me to eraseis actually a person in great supply. Freedom of lost voices forwardspitting fire with an ire for bullies.Feel the felt urgent feeling towardsthose who spit spite fully. Records will fall and all will callthe great Continue reading
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Chekhov Has A Point…
“Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.” — Anton Chekhov I have always felt the best way to cope has been to dissect a situation and evolve to forgive and not forget feelings but learn to let them not disturb your Continue reading
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Implicit Rain Of Change
Rare is the blue in my eyes,for they are dark like night.For fair it’s always been true Ifeel the blue sky more than fright. Upon my chest I wear my heart,torn asunder by God’s thunderit is torn so very badly aparthow it pumps makes you wonder. I have seen chasms fail aroundthe implicit treat of Continue reading
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Raven
I should know by now,you should know as well.That my Raven is a haven howyou know is how you tell. Talk to me at once,final and in abundance softsend the sin again stuntit does my ascension aloft. Black my feathers togetherI wing wail as I swell offin sweat I do often fret a featheras I Continue reading
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Counting Demons
Frivolity is by my countin rare supply in the skyclouds they will mountan image for an eye. See the storm it roils,like the blood in me boils.I ask those about meand all they know are toils. Saddness profound inthe beginning and end;I have purpose I want serve uswine to absolve all sin. Closure for your Continue reading
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Cede In Me The Seed
Met the Reaper she’s a keeper,I die every night I sleep with her.Tear me down maybe it’s what I need,for the ego in me feeds me dirt. To the basic shape I’m an ape,gifted with this heart of fire for freedom.She helps me pray for God I don’t hate;I pray for him every night to Continue reading
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For The Oceans Below
Collapse did the rising roof,zooming out to spot me alone soloin a ball as I crawl so aloofthat the answer to anguish lies below. Foundations of sand swallowthe hollow as we follow idols to fit in.Vessels of virtue we know hollowwe should fit in not grief or sin. Bottle joy it’s not a ploy,for the Continue reading
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Pride Of Our Names
Succumb to all that I putunder my thumb now time for rum;kick the can if you candown the street if with feet you can run. For I am ready steady and heavywith toxins in my lungs.Let’s tango with the cash you flashif you think life’s a game won. Games are to entertain the brainand relax Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 