Poetry
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Wine Of My Design
Over the sandslies a blue shaded fanof calm that dictates commandmy feet forward demand. Night fight delights the mobsas sight and mightmakes the eyes soband the heart feel no fright. Adjacent the faces twiceis a tune not so nicemade of my own devicethat has me in a vice. Blue waters callinside I find myself rawof… Continue reading
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Within Me Can I See?
Heaven tore me griefas a child I felt a traumaand pain abstain leavedoes a beautiful drama. Inside I’m a Rockstarfilling the void I was toiland fighting spirits faras my blood it does boil. Make this machine cleanI am mean dear fear myaddiction by all meanscome spy on what I rely. Trip in the dirt I… Continue reading
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Toxic Air
The gas in my lungshas stung the fun,I am a son of a gunand I feel no sun. My mask I wearit tears and despairsbut my hope is therebut my mask is toxic air. I breathe my own fumesand soon I will die.I don’t want to assumebut the stubborn in me is dire. The Lord… Continue reading
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Envy In Me
Envy is in melike a sea greensick is the ocean;I harbor pain seen. A potion is motionmixing salty waterthats used to baptizethose who offer altars. Sacrifice is a life strifeis a knife that begs us fightdemons I don’t see thembut the fight brings light. Scarred to the bone,a tone alone gives you homewhere you can… Continue reading
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For A Voice
Life is a sort out of sortand the soldier in me seesthe fight delights the mobs court;lets evoke some jealousy. I know my heartI feel it move amdist a groovethat I spied as artthe spaces between that us move. The sky will bring reprieveand plead with all we needto crash the wild open seaand bring… Continue reading
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What A Thought Brings
One DUI blackout is a routethe devil took me downone black night is all it tookand my knees were pinned down. Engine shot out the back under the chassy I was lucky a hipwas dislocated they put me under;IVs in veins thick. Cathader for three weeksmy knees I had to alignand recover quick I did… Continue reading
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Crooked Breeze
I’m kind of crooked for lookingawkward talk a lot shooka wicked tree in my cool breeze crook,I got back all slighted looks. Cursed by ghosts and ghouls mostthrough the dew blue isthe color I love it shows I boastand let the doubters come to quiz. Translate the hate let’s debatea slaughter of a dose we… Continue reading
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Short Supply
Shall I dry the supply high?Keep this sleep walk talk right,I dream out loud in a cloud tightso in the morning I keep it light. I see the circles of life laugha path so my wrath can surpassthe compass I want to have thesun and moon to cross paths. I want celestial movementsto grab soon… Continue reading
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The Pale Dark Veil
I feel like Ifeel the world crushthe plush sly eyesI need see to I must. Mine have scarsmy eyes and brow are torn.The wind is cold the world farhas seen my feet worn. I’ve soothed nightmaresin my head a thread keeps tightthe vessels to keep me clean fairI am not but in me there is… Continue reading
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Blissful Spells
God made everything in sight,so I don’t hide my slight,as I go through the day I slay those who look to fight. Given a situation to solvethe muster of bluster absolvedis found when the sound of voices find timber and are soft. Reason and logic are trueand deep down you know it toothat the conflict… Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 